Lyrics:
game is dead
I pull your wig off you step back you have a tantrum
I hold your rent money contacts I hold for ransom
Cut off your phone bill,
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From
Cut-Creator
He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves
Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave
English revision he endure any collision
Like
want your head on a platter, not right now but sooner
I got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi tuner
Wait, wait I've never been to Costa Rica
And then it all
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
and you'll find
This DJ's supreme
Slimy little hipster
Think that you're a trickster
Game over, Inkling i'm gonna remix ya
Gonna get mashed up heads up,
Royce...
CLUE!
[Method Man]
Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!"
Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed
to kick you on your God damned chin
I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heinekein
La
Mister Wise
[Lauryn Hill]
OK, ha
My
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005, hold up
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
Poppin' for the west side spinnin' 'til your head light
Hands up left right DJ get their chest tight
ain't shit
'Cause I'm a playa motherfucker named DJ Quik
Yo, maybe it's the way, I hold my dick
That makes all the girlies want to ride my tip
But
up)
I've never fell so far as when you stole my heart (while the DJ plays)
Underneath those neon lights (put your hand in mine baby hold on tight)
No
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
Girl, what's your favorite song
I'll be your DJ tonight
Mmm, the way you hold that glass with your fingertips
I wish I was the whiskey upon your
hold us Down
The Elevated Sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skate with my peeps
I love to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
(woo, oh)
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid, nigga, do what you gon' do to me (go 'head)
I get paid when your record is played
on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
To God you some pussies
I can see it in your face
Nigga you a mothafuckin' rookie
Nigga hold up, nigga run out of here
Cause ya boy kinda fast
Ya boy say
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
grow a family tree with a nigga, yea
Yea I love the way you take my time
Quick to hit you when you bang my line
You know I pull up to your crib by nine
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