Lyrics:
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands
Go DJ
Cut the scratch
Go DJ
Don't stop
Go DJ
Cut
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
the fucking DJ
Hold him underwater
'Till the motherfucker drowns
We are the vultures
The dirtiest kind
We'll cut you once
In your heart and your mind
Someone's
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
I got you
DJ Threat
Jam Master Jay
Big Pun
B.I.G.
And Free Shyne already
We the Best
I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida
I go by the name
party
bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
my head to my toes clean
I ain't comin' to your party if my girl can't enter
I ain't listenin' to shit if DJ Earl ain't spinnin'
My pants gotta
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
yesterday
(Yesterday, ah, you) hold me by my head
(Hold me by my head, head, yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday
(Yesterday, ah you)
I lay, I pray, for
Phish
It's the man wit dirty style running game doing thangs
It's DJ Phish i be that DJ Phish
And so i hold my head high the magic of the Red Eye
Taxiderm' your bitch head
Mount it on the wall (it's MO)
Throw it up, nigga, we stand tall (it's MO)
You know what the fuck we stand for, it's MO
Too many
Bangladesh, crouched
Over his MacBook, cocks his head to
The side the engineer, Cruz, who
Has been dropping ice cubes into the
Base of an enormous hookah
Puts
He'll never let you fall (good God almighty)
Keep your head up (He walking by your side)
Smile again
You've been down too long
Lift your head up,
[Intro]
Dont know how many damn times I've tryed
Ay got to many good things to say
So heres a message to mista Dj!!!
[Chorus]
Play my music like I
surprise (surprise, yeah)
And try to remember yesterday (ah, you)
Hold me by my head (head, yeah)
And rinse away the pain of yesterday (yesterday, ah you)
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
Our memories o
Scratching on my head like a DJ play
Putting on a trauma that I can't replay
Waiting on that day I will hold you again
Memories
Our
me lalalala
He knows me he holds me
From intro to fade
'Cause the DJ is mine
And girl you're wasting your time
He only rocks to my music
He
on that Alize
You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before?
And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door?
Treat my dick a newborn, hold the head
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