Lyrics:
some Skittles
Ya always hold me down, but you tell me relax
But homie how? Riddle me that (get 'em Jay)
White men came from a science mistake
One
from dark till sun up
Fresh piece ah kush wey me get well gum up
Me eye dem red and me lips dem bun up
Me wah
Blue notes to dry me when time me cry
Bun
hands
If it's time for me to meet my maker
That's god plan
Till then I'm a wonder the west
Two 6 shooters
cnd my DJs Fresh
Put ya
Hands in the air n
playing no games, just playing with techs
You come round the way just say where you rep; Cuz you gone get checked that’s no disrespect
We live by a code,
From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know
Always DJ Q-U-I-K
You in my room now, do what I say
Get your ass up out of that chair
Peel them clothes
on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
[Chorus]
My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely, I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So
know I'm dope by the look on ya man face
I'll buck'em until he numb, he won't even feel out of place, squatter cold case
Caesar can talk brought in
the word, I flip verbs like birds
Get flipped by dope boys that park rims on the curb
Got my CD in they deck, bop they heads, break they neck
Whispering
of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform
Show my soul side
illustrious, get my headlines in Forbes
Everyday we gone apply, we don't let time pass us by
Stick to strictly business right here we knowing we will thrive
rhyming, timing is binding
But you're still finding, you'll wait through what I say the number one DJ
On the microphone minds get blown
KRS-One again?
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
it, you play the game by the rules that's connected wit' it
It's not a win if you lost your respect to get it
Took a loss on my first trip to Broadway
as the Ill Fresh Juice-school
There was DJ Swagg, Cut Master Cool B, and my mind was Melly Mel and Biz Markie
We were only and just young, so who would've
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
like a clown
I'll admit, I like how you kick it
Now you're talkin baby, dats da ticket
Now don't get excited and chuck your own in
I already told
Ladies and Gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We bouta get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house
Sipping on that millionaira
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
get fucked up and i'll rock the party
Rock the party [Repeat: x 8]
And get a warning like a second offence
I don't care if you fellas are hench
I'll lick a man with a regular wrench
I'll raise the crowbar and take it so far
Hussein who sews, who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis
That's what I mean by get, back, I mean get, back
Or find your head detached
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Nigga I gotta be Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Rich by 30
Fuck 9-5
I'll stay till 5:30
Job
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