Lyrics:
You can catch me on that bypass high as hell
515 that's where I dwell
Bout to snatch your clientele
You ain't doin nothin, I might as well
By my lonely,
to move, sexy and slow
Dee Jay St. Joel hyped a good show
Splits to the floor
Grinding that ass on the floor
Banging that song by Santana, wearing disguise
I snatch the mic
Protected by the Sickle,
Ancestors
Yeshua the most high in vibration
Set the vibes
Set my feet on mountains high
Finally want to live
This is DJ Donny D on the ones and twos
Here at WDUB with a hot one fresh off the press
An artist by the name of D MAiR
With a song called That's My
kings of grime
Spousta lidí by chtěla bejt já
Ale nikde nikdo a nelíbí se mi nikdo z vás
Teprve teď je to vono
Spousta lidí by chtěla bejt já!
Ale nikde
shows
Chips, whips, tips, kicks
Posted in the club, flicks, chicks, c'mon
[Supernatural]
The club is packed, it's filled with smoke
My fits are fresh, yo
now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool
That's noted for fresh air and fun
And Mr. and Mrs. Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their
Lean, mean, breakin' out on the scene
Me and the girls steppin' fresh outta Queens
So if you want to have a ball, give me a call
I'm Sweet Tee, it's
it was
When a bloke could get a break before these
Times changed
These times changed
These times changed
I heard a DJ spin in Brixton
Some
scriptures weeved and woved
Behold gold for the people equal
Fresh on the weekend
Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls live at the beacon
Backstage drinks on the house
Small ass cell, feel like you in hell
Hard to adapt to nigga
Just call my phone whenever you get time
You know I’m with ya
Nasty ass spoon, he ain’t
snabbed it
With a nice necklace on with a key?
I gotta have it
Slipped away but got caught by a soldier
Now I'm in a jail cell the nights get colder
Nasty
it's like I stand with Whitney
It's crazy, eating lobster and I got DJ Khaled with me
They don't know circumstances, they don't know it gets nasty
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
walked in
I ain't got time for the talking
Killed them early, that's abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
I stepped out rockin burgundy shell-toes
A fresh mock-neck and some new Lee jeans
Add a pair a Gazelles and well you know what I mean
DJ Red Alert
at that time my emotions are high
My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie
But if a body penetrated by a spiritual force
My character seems to stake a sector
and brighten the mind through instrument and rhyme
And fix those inadequate flows that don't adapt
Makin' snacks on wax plates for DJs to scratch
Fast
glasses)
That old nigga hatin' on me, he's a has-been
He mad I fucked his daughter
And his bitch had magic
Her head was super sloppy
Yeah that shit was nasty
big singles and great features
To pass by all the doors and gatekeepers
Durban just took SA rap to the East Coast
I can't wait til it's back in the Cape
steel hugging
See me with a chick, most likely be fucking
Neighbors too nosy, chain all rosy
Fresh white airs, one squirt of dolce
Coupe all kitted,
bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I
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