Lyrics:
or a yellow bone
DJ this my favorite song
So Imma make it thunderstorm
Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I dont care
Glasses flying everywhere tap my
like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
.
And when I take off, it's like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they
on a record
And take it off until you ass naked
Word to mother
Shorty stack like a horse
Pushing a force, looking to floss, Diana Ross
Flow better, one
working it
I'm watching you, you're twerking it
I'm trying get you out of this club
And get you off in my bed
(Ohh, oh-oh) Go 'head, yeah
Now let me
the cheap seats
Come here on the lolo
Bet you keep it on the repeat
Guillotine she go off with the head
Save some for my DJ
Face in the pillow and hands
of a man)
Gotta get it off my chest, to put my mind at ease
Since when you heard a DJ make cuts like these?
drippin off of me
Cool nigga back up off me
Paint the city with the team
Baby what it's hitting for
Fuck around with us and take a biddie home
I'm just
it's (who?) I thought you knew
Cool ass CaTashTrophe, from the crew with all the moves
So pop the tops off, while I pop beats that knock your blocks
steer you wrong
Baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the Holy Quran
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
steer you wrong
Baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the Holy Quran
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
"It Takes Two"
(scratching of "hit it")
Yeah, we goin back to the old school
We got DJ Jazzy Jeff on the wheels
Yo Jeff, we about to get busy
We got
like Tony Toca
you far back i ve got you
i got to get this money
i got to get the cash done
before you take it from me
destiny do more than now you
do nothin' stupid
What is happening in front of you
All it is is love on the move
Let's go
When the DJ play this we gon' dance like no one's
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
is the reindeer games
And they call me Rudolph the Red
They know I don't rip a mic
But I chew off the head
Spit it at the PD's and DJ's and VJ's who be
"KRS-One"
It's elementary
Elementary
DJ Scott LaRock and I, KRS-One
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like
his take on why
We aspire to be" It’s almost a
Disease to be a perfectionist nothing is
Ever quite good enough what
Is it like to look at
Things and say
of the stars
I'm a DJ of the stars
Young static shock
Burning rubber on your block
Give a charge to these players
It's the game i'm finna stop
Slide a benji
* first single; send corrections to the typist
[Intro]
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Lets take some calls from the request line, caller number 1
[Caller
to be
Till I heard a song that takes me to my memories
The radio saved my life tonight
Old song that the DJ played made me feel all right
I made it
guarded
And if you wanna bring me up back the fuck up off mine
then we can get it started
[DJ Quik]
I aint givin no respect to you bustas
that aint givin
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