Lyrics:
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
get this party started right
Let's get drunk and freaky fly
You with me so it's all right
We gonna stay up the whole night
Let's get this party
skool lets do it
Now I'm the prince and that's jazzy jeff
We shown for years that we are def
So heres some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip
(uh-huh)
Drinkin' every bottle 'til a nigga get nauseous (uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga,
that I fucking know how to sell it
Everybody want it, but I'm DJ Khaled
And that nigga fat as fuck like DJ Khaled
Got a lot of money, bitch, I don't want
up
Baby, we don't have to say goodbye (come on, girl)
Let's burn it up
I'ma give you what you wanted
We just gettin' started
Turn it up
Baby,
oh well go and just cry to your momma
Said I'll regret it? I doubt it I got a whole roster of bitches that way fucking hotter
Yeah wanna let go, let it
ain't tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin'
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon' get the moppin'
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin'
Word
DJ Khaled, girls alone and you know We The Best
And we so flawless, It's your boy Ray J gettin' that money (oh-oh, woah-oh)
We done been around
Intro: (Dj Khaled)
Huubanga!
Ayo Balistic
YAP MUSIC!
You know when Pistol Petes involved it’s ANOTHER ONE!
DJ KHALED!
Chorus: (Balistic Man)
You
black
And let's have fun with it man
And we can have fun 'til they're mad
They're starting to get it, they're starting to get it (oh that's
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
seen it
Riding European all my whips foreign
When we in the club bottles on deck keep it pouring
50 bottles of Ciroc lets
Get the party started
I
focus had to backtrack and get a grip
Yeah I'm slowly dozen pressure got me higher than a bitch
And yeah I know I'm chosen feel like DJ Khaled, God did it
wish
I wanna get Rich
I'm getting real big
I need a big crib
I want a bad bitch
We having three kids
Ima let my new bitch drive my whip to flex on my ex
this
Oh my lanta another one
Dj Khaled another one
Shake that ma here's another one
You come 2 like a runner up
King of the Phx here to fuck it up
Came
And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 skrr in it, yeah
And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh
Let it marinate, uh,
on the mat
Don't play rugby
Meaner pork, you're supposed to get all this bread
Let's make a toast
Play it with my dawgs
Hop out with the poodles
Taking all
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
have it
Take the green from Talib
I'll take another one from DJ Khaled
And make that fucker run
From his heart attack
And fish him with a Big Mac
Tied
miss em
Taking bottles to the brain an i wont sip em
Turns out the ones who say they ridin be the same that switch up
If you ain't real then stay from by
4X]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
[DJ Paul]
My killas and playas
We gotta
my niggaz, let's do it
All my bitches floorin' that ass, let's do it
Looks a crooked eye motherfucker, let's do it
Meth and Doc we got it locked, let's
she a blonde ima let her in
No offense
Dj Khaled bands they be fat cause you know we the best
She ain't into my music then I guess I might bag her
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