Lyrics:
Gourmet special of the day is n*gga Souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play, John J. back around the way
Fish filet, Mister DJ, turn it up
[Cos.m.i.c]
Loop Troop 99' David vs. Goliath
CosM.I.C, Supreme, Promoe, DJ Embee
Check it out! (What?)
Hated by everyone
(There is no way that we
Yeah baby baby no more
27 février dans les bacs you know
Tu kiffes Fababy? T'es qu'un suceur
Aux platines: DJ Battle
Viens pas nous tester si t'as
DJ Khaled, bitch the major key
Do shit I wanna I do shit obscene
We ending yo' game just like a laser beam
Feel like I'm Rocky I feel like I'm Creed
I
it up
[Chorus]
Got the wind in our faces been drivin' all though the night
Got the red lights on and the DJ is rockin' us right
Things are
the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik
On Crenshaw
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
no retire now
Baby you’re my diamond now
Like water you dey turn me down
Girl if you love me I go fire down
Straight up no retire now
Baby you’re my
no retire now
Baby you’re my diamond now
Like water you dey turn me down
Girl if you love me I go fire down
Straight up no retire now
Baby you’re my
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 to get
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 to get
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 to get
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 to get
rag in my pocket match the blood in the curb
Hear the shots in the hood but can they feel it in the 'burbs?
Turn on the news, get seduced by the words
your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures,
bitch
I make the calls and you take the hit
Come get a lick from that DJ Phish
Let me break a little something before i get on this
And i show you what
then I think it's time you learn
For there is not the problem
So leaders are acknowledged, I don't follow them
I turn into another degree
And find
Wine your waist
When you feel the base
This sweet base
Wine up, wine up, wine up
Go down
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Kill that shit
Wine up, wine up, wine
To the after party
Everybody comin' through
Ain't nobody even knew
But we gather up the crew
(Uh oh uh oh)
To the after party
(Uh oh uh oh)
So, DJ get that good
Surfin' stations at a party in a basement
All night long, just waitin'
For the DJ to play some old drake
All over that FM dial, had it turned up high
outta some of y'all
Today all fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs
Noddin'
old Ford will be our DJ for the night
Ya I'll hold your hand
Turn the speakers up and pull you in real close
With the night alive and putting on a show
won't pretend, but I gotta go
Chorus:
Hey, mister dj, turn the music down
One last slowdance, and I'll by your last round
Baby, get your jacket, kiss
a.m. and we still goin
Watchin time fly by, yeah, yeah, we still movin
Till the DJ turn up in this building
Lights, camera, action, it's about to be
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