Lyrics:
Yea, lets get it
Lets get it, lets get it
Yea, yayayayayauh
Sweetapple Wes
Oh, can't forget D.J Satan
Ay, ay
Whats happenin
Its Wes and i'm back
you all know
Place ‘bout to blow (whoa!)
Fire trendsetter, no one's better
No doubt whether we're the pros or amateurs
Flames can't stop me no, we'll
you all know
Place ‘bout to blow (whoa!)
Fire trendsetter, no one's better
No doubt whether we're the pros or amateurs
Flames can't stop me no, we'll
you Austin
That's on DJ Wuddy
Ok
Yuh
Yuh
Five foot ten what's the word
From my perch singing doves fall out sky holes
Look in my eyes but I couldn't
My big homie helped me out and took me by the house
All alone in the room, I was having doubts
First session, I almost couldn't finish it
Tongue game
But, then I realized I'm minimizing
Points I make
By not pointing out any possible doubt
That I'm causing the fire hazards I'm putting out
I'll shoot it
at compromise just drive us more apart.
And either way: humanism, common grace;
No matter what you call it, it's fleeing this place.
As the DJ up top spins his
DJ Slaytanic
Alright
Now you listen to me boy
You can take this as a warning
Or a piece of advice
Any way you want it
You and your friends
Keep
She’z Badd
By: AC Da’ Perfecto
Chorus: Dj Scratch-”OOO She’z Bad”
“ “ “ “
“Just
Not fond of judgment
I am tryna reach a bigger scale
Sick of the doubt
Like I need a bottle of ginger ale
Could you just
Listen to what
I have to say
I
Shout out to big Krit I’m tryn come down Mississippi
Tryna get my record played by the meanest DJ Millie
It’s just raps that I’m saying I’m just tryna be
obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that
independent, like the president
She opens the door, hits the floor
Starts with a drink, PIMMs I think
DJ the sound, the beat has been found
Income the girls,
It’s DJ-Z!
With the beautiful Lady P
North West represent, aye, ah
See I been looking for the one, strings attached, with the fun
Rather put you
Yeah
Man I done put in so much time with this music man
So much money spent, so much effort
It's gotta work, I have no choice
Somethings gotta give
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
them in a function hosted by DJ Intimate
Tried sweet talking and looking at me as if they innocent
Then hit me with excuses that are far from legitimate
it’ll change, don’t ever doubt yourself lil homie, you don’t know your range,
Keep digging in them crates you gon make it as a DJ, keep talking to them
(No more games)
(Hey yo)
(No more games, 'cause game over!)
On the count of three transform, bezet mack DJ's,
Where through any hood, even
behind
They might just stand the test of time
No doubt it’s my legacy
Now what was I suppose to do
Give it up instead I did it for you
Holla back
It’s my
It's DJ-Z!
With the beautiful Lady P
North West represent, aye, ah
See I been looking for the one, strings attached, with the fun
Rather put you
the course you'll be forever winning with no remorse I'll be for ever sinning
Forgive us Lord we need disciplining Jesus fed the hungry I feed the citizens
No doubt I'm a grrl that looks kinda strange but
I'm real right here in the game
Where other girls fade I pop off the page
Which is really evident
Keepin the suckas stressin off my strictly stress faculty
Never needs no pot, when ya fuckin with some dope like this
I got the fools trippin, the hoes,
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