Lyrics:
Red Alert
You know I'm a young boy, I'm just coming up, you know, starting to do this
I'm 17 years old and gonna do what I want to do up here,
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
the tribe (I bought it)
It's way too late, pick a side (Feng Shui)
Jack make them boys come alive (they what?)
Better not fuck up the vibe (it's Travis)
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
Aww yeah!
Hey, check it out..
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house! (repeat 8X)
[DJ Quik]
Check it out...
Now I be knockin' bitches like it
[ VERSE 1 ]
Brothers ain't shit
They're lookin for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin your cars up close
turning their backs
Finding new people to prey upon
And with us they do not pray at all
Leaving us in the dust
Alright
Tore us up they don't give a fuck
gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like I said, roll it up take
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
and gentlemen, DJ, Jazzy Jeff!
Alright, alright I reckon
Back up off of my DJ
Give him some room to operate here, c'mon!
Ay Jeff
This what we gettin ready to do
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
have to clear all this stuff)
Get back, back, get back
DCQ:
Reflection Eternal
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek
mutated within everyone
The higher goal gives you a higher role
The changing of the spirit mends you, new, attire
You not the plain bagel anymore
Now
Swagger like puff, swagger like puff
hey yo, attention all DJ?s,
I know You may want to go to another record,
But, haha,
If I was you I would hold up for
To Ye and Hov over there in Philly
I was up in Paris man
Standin' next to Diddy
And he introduced me as BIG
And told me I was killin'
And not that I was
Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, check it out, aight
Yo, I was riding the train
And this Puerto Rican
ya, see ya picture) yeah
(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya)
One time for the homie DJ Screw
Already, I'm feeling throwed in this
hands up high for the dj
You know I love to see tha girl go wild
Movin n the club with the gogo style
Do watchu do
Baby work it out
All for
walking through the rain (Through the rain)
And when you not by my side I know it's not okay (Not okay)
Like damn, where I really fuck up (Fuck up)
Nigga's
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa, whoa
Tell me what do we do
When the DJ's playing our favorite groove
We step
To when
The whole night
This year,I won't stall, Slim Thugga want it all
Goin solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo
here's another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do
Fa
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