Lyrics:
like getting hit by
Mike Tyson what about DJ hes the best of cool
Samba festival takes the best of you
Die one thousand deaths combination of buttons
the posse
walk me down
barely able to stand up
barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
with my dogs
it's all about two balls
now I need a warm cup
the posse
walk me down
barely able to stand up
barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
with my dogs
it's all about two balls
now I need a warm cup
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
a professional rhyme hoodlum
Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em
One-time can't lock me up, cause I elude 'em
And bubblegum rappers can't fade me
DJ's cut it up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waitin' to dance
And make noise
B-boys, let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move
infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is moving me
Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground
(Everybody in the club!)
Oh, oh, evacuate
When you're broke, busted and disgusted
For you ain't got nowhere to sleep
I'm gonna find me a woman to stand by my side
'Cause I'm so tired
table ebyokunywa nga batumya mu double
So girl sembera wano
Me wah fih see yuh jiglo up yo body whine up yo body
Biiba binyuma nga tuzina buzinyi mazina
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mama
Come on baby, tell me what's the word
Word up (up, up), everybody say
When you hear
ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
("You gotta use what you got
To get what you want")
Cool, I heat you up
use to, use to, I use to, use to
30 Glock on me and a bear really want it
Hoe you want it, yeah you want it
Pussy boy I know he flockin
Swisher blunts
for you
Baby Amma
Stand by you ....
Baby this your love she no be wayo
Girl I no go lie, say na you I want ooo
Make you no go use me day play
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
up
You'd be amazed
All it takes is a dance floor
All it takes is a melody
One request to the DJ
Let the music be your remedy
All it takes is a dance
All by bitches teen and up (Nah, nah, nah)
This bitch ass all on me (Damn)
And ain't nobody searchin' us
We came one hundred deep (Nah uh, we on 'em)
, turn it up (DJ)
Mr. Lover (Mr. Lover)
Wicked undercover (Mr. Lover)
Your daytime lover (Mr. Lover)
I'll be your nighttime lover (Mr. Lover)
Weh
, turn it up (DJ)
Mr. Lover (Mr. Lover)
Wicked undercover (Mr. Lover)
Your daytime lover (Mr. Lover)
I'll be your nighttime lover (Mr. Lover)
Weh
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me
DJ Play My Song
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : The system is pumping, the party is jumping
And all of that's
the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
here" And that was enough
Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was
My grandma hugging me tighter than usual?
Where were we going? "We're going to Disney
Now hear this crowd of people
I man well vex
And just have fe big up me chest
'Cause the Taxi Driver don't have no respect
Want I fe catch bus
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