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The DJ booth to tell him that he should
"Just play every Van She Tech remix"
I picked up the work in front
Of the nomad world pub
At around
done travelled, couple stragglers entered
DJ said, "Let's turn it up", he played "Geeked Up" by Jeezy
Now niggas throwin' up hoods, shit, all they need
company, the human beat box Ready C
Backed up by a family, and that is all we need
So that we can be successful as we want to be
The future is in front of me
skirt starts to climb
We tongue kiss deep in front of the whole crowd
The lights start to flash the music is too loud
We hit the back door and jump in
do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
and Desire? Ha
Yo, busta
Why don't you go get me something to eat
Then run by the DJ booth and tell him
To play that song that I like
Yeah, you know the one, by
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
gats, wherever we at
You all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall back
I got mines, nigga, where yours at?
We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front
backs against the wall as the DJ would spin
The soundtrack had changed as he played that mix
Our lives flashed in front of us, just a glimpse
We were
Badunkadunk, Look at your ass girl, it's so much fun,
Badunkadunk, I tell the DJ, I need a hundred ones,
Badunkadunk, What? Badunkadunk, rock yo!
Badunkadunk,
That front and back end, I need all
Ain't shit free
(Uh huh, let's go, need it all)
We came in this bitch with guns
Don't think we use hands and feet
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Leave you placed by nothin', for bluffin',
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
from my older neighbor who was payin', "Fuck Da Police"
'Leven writin' graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed
By sixteen, I had an MPC
(It was Hip Hop's
of tryin' to play me
Unless you a DJ, don't get it twisted I'm still from B.K.
Wanna front? Better keep it in your mouth like Flavor Flav
Where I'm from
bang!"
Black Tee, black tee, bottles in the air
Niggas think J-Bo and Meech back here
Niggas think Charles Black back on set
Niggas think Tera White
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
If you owe me money Ima have six niggas
Right in front of yo momma house
You don't want these problems
Been stackin' in the attic don't make
Me bring
stay in the back while mom did her ways
The atmosphere was a lil off when she hit the stage
One man there looked to have eyes full of rage
He threw up
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