Lyrics:
Or should be able to rock off turntables
Grab the mic, plug it in and begin
But here's where the problem starts, no heart
Because of that a lot of groups
turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in
That rapper hall of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground
Go back to where you came nigga hahahaa
and scratchin
Second after second it's the record he's catchin
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the mixer in
Sonny t.?
Hey man, sorry 4 fuckin' up your turn-tables
Mr. dj (brother jules)
That, that, that's cool man, that's cool
Y'all didn't have 2 break my
ahead and perv on them turntables) Yeah, ha ha
That was my nigga G, know what I'm sayin' ha ha
We just pervin'
All the motherfuckin' playas is in
and get up on that ass
i commandeer the turntable, thats my first mission
because the dj aint spinnin he bullshittin
go from california love
the genesis in the beginnning
Two turntables and a microphone
To the mercedes benz and a big home
Dj Tomekk is on the throne
And the girls they won`t leave us
hunger in Wonderland
Jack Jill busta in his hand
And Jam Master Jay is making out our sound
The turntables might wobble but they don't fall down
I
them DJs, coast to coast movin' this
Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian
Smashous, best trap us for cash
An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta
a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say
knock knock
Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight
on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland
$hort Dog, it's a mack attack
My name is Too
and drugs,
Don't make a rollerskate jam.
Take your pick, turntable, or a band?
If it ain't Chuck D,
Or Jam Master Jay,
Know what?
They're losin'.
Cause we got
man
What you used to do
[ verse 2: mixmaster spade ]
I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin
on an iron turntable
Don't let them see you crying that way oh no
The sun beats down
It's cracking the flags
Boys who should know better
Are stamping
He stood all alone on an iron turntable
Don't let them see you crying that way oh no
The sun beats down
It's cracking the flags
Boys who should
you in and a dollar for a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thing, for the next
knock knock
Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight
knock knock
Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight
this
Room and get back on them turntables
Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
Blowing up the spot and all that
And all this paper, son keep it real, son
PR in
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
cash to make
A fly demo you don't
Even need a 4 track just
Two turntables and a microphone
Press record on the tape deck
And you're good to go
B-IG is
for a interview
She said she's heard stories
And she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the
Mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
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