Lyrics:
Another one
DJ Khaled
I'm here to right my wrongs
I've made a mess again
I'd like to apologize
I'm tryna make amends
Forgive me, father
I'm
the boss)
Give me the go ahead (you know we global)
Dj Khaled, Flo-Rida, ya know how it is
Baby you need international phone call to call me
It's global
out and hear some
Jumping music, swift DJ's
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cause, here I come
Because weekends were, were
Walked in
Konvict
Konvict Music
And you know we up front
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already
Let's run it up
KD Haley
Young Khubz
You know we out here grindin'
Yea, I did it again
DJ Tank
You see I'm always in my bag (In my bag)
See, I can't
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?
(I want that too!)
We
Ayy, everybody switchin' up, I guess
DJ Khaled
It's just the way it is, oh
These niggas beat me to it
Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh
We're out here on the floor
So mister, mister D.J.
Keep those records playing
'Cause we're having such a good time
Dancing with my baby
Havin'
good enough) Yeah
Another one
(Isn't good enough) Yeah
(Isn't good enough)
DJ Khaled!
Shinin', shinin', shinin', shinin', yeah (shinin', yeah)
retaliated, just look around
Every opportunity allocated
I put so many niggas on, you thought DJ Khaled made it
From cold showers, I used to hate it
Now I'm
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
I'll hold you down
I'm on my way
(DJ Khaled)
All you've been thinkin' 'bout
Do anything you want and let emotion rule your mind
Rule your mind
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
on the radio
In the back of a taxi cab in Brooklyn
Oh, no, no, the sun could rise
Burning all the street lamps out at 3 AM
So, DJ, play it again
Until
This the takeover, Ivy meek Milly, DJ Khaled
Let's go
I've seen good girls turn bad
For the love of that cash
Used to ride Impala and now
200 all
(DJ Khaled)
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
Listen!
(Chorus: Dre)
All
really is out here, these niggas really is out here
The block is at war, post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills, rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen
Shh d-Boy in
with my own pilot,
No blasting off, but flexing, Dj Khaled,
My mom stressing college,
But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
Try
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Another one, another one (Another one)
Back to you, back to you (We The Best Music)
DJ Khaled!
Don't you hear me standin' by the TV
The clock is
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
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