Lyrics:
a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't care
from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band
Turn table, let's bless me on my
up Sykes and cuts like the blade
He can squeeze a dry sponge and make Kool Aid
I drink at steady, the record turns many
Instead of a needle, he uses
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
use'ta know her
[Dj Quik]
(We're running out of b.b.'s)
Now who gon do the honors
I hit the liquor next to benihana's
But on my way I met bitch
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
me what you see when you look at me
I ain't the same man I use to be
He gone give you whatcha need
Take this heed and listen to me
He'll turn it
Watch
the DJ turn it up,all the ballers to the floor
So tell the DJ keep playin' my song,
find me on the dance floor all night long,
I can make you dance
the DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what I got
Music is the air I breathe
The prayer I leave
Rippin' in the atmosphere
Up there in
make me put my foot in yo' ass
Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Yo
up Sykes and cuts like the blade
He can squeeze a dry sponge and make Kool Aid
I drink at steady, the record turns many
Instead of a needle, he uses
I call you up like what we use to (how we use to do it)
Can we just dance like we used to, dance like we use to BABY
Only1Tipy:
""Uh, beep beep, who
I really wanna change ain't playing games
Train me up in your ways
I know I'm rough around the edges but I'm asking that you shape me
Then use me
Lord
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Throwing memphis in the air on the space shuttle weed got me way up there
I swear I aint rich but I feel like a billionaire hustle to I die
Yea fuck around
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
a little bit)
I'm gonna need someone to dance with (someone to dance with)
Can I call you up like what we use to (how we use to do it)
Can we just dance like
to do, the human beatbox
'Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances,
I end up in jail
I go, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with
Me when I gave you my song
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table let's bless me on my stereo
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
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