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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
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"It ain't really time to get married
Yet we're still learning each other
Feeling each other out" Meek Mill
Meek has
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
wavy
No air forces we the navy
Float right out the Mercedes
Vibe on fuck you pay me
Damn that shit so fresh they should carry you
In here dressed for my
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
fresh and full ah style
But fasting Jackie still a wear people clothes… Anyways!
Massive put your hands them in de air
We stepping out fresh for de 50th
dance and sing
So tell me now cause crime don't pay
Baby, who stole the DJ?
I scoured the city but still no clue
Lost like a cause, what should I do
Then
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, (tu chey)
So, so,
the shit I saw
Think about the ones I been through
Nigga I seen it all
And why y'all tryna hate
Shitm we out here ballin'
Nigga I'm from the projects
But it
and the people are boarding
Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless instinct takes control
Jam to techno
Groove to soul to soul
You
and the people are boarding
Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless instinct takes control
Jam to techno
Groove to soul to soul
You
want to mint them all
DJ, DJ, spin the record for me
DJ, DJ, May you be charged by LMD
DJ, DJ, spin the record for me
beautiful souls awake, and be free
forget
Fresh in '78 on a turntable set
Fresh in '79, fresh in '80
I was Grandmaster G with my man Neville T
Fresh in '81, and fresh in '82
With DJ Mad Mike
straightin' up I'm still rappin'
comin' at you fresh. Do you know what happened?
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
I didn't want your girl 'cause she
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
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
the break stop
Four and three and two and one
Here we go let's have some fun
Fresh music is what its all about
Now all the ladies scream and shout
Now get
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
[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
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
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