Lyrics:
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
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What it do, what it do, what it do
I'm your host, DJ Azul
And I'm on 67.3, Indigo Radio
And be the 9th caller and I'm
more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five
peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep bass
The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this shit try to make that shit
chill in Detroit, on the sidewalk
City slicka, drink a little liquor
Want to see a trick? Suck my dick
B-Boy, down for my town
Some just love
Dj Lawy Kunkunshua
Beats by Jayy yeah
Its Twiked
Shawty over there looking at me over here
Imma take her home cos I'm a baddo
Say your body too
pay you a visit
Oh, you stay by that nigga?
You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter
Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em
Better slow it
top
I'll be just smoking hash
With a vicious cult and a death drum
And it's such a shame
That poor Johnnie's gone and lost his cool
Wish me god's hand
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
You keep hate and you keep cursing
But you ain't gonna accomplish nothing
Cause my dear let me tell you something
I be blessed not just damn lucky
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
of a Bentley
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented
Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline
Just a wild lil' nigga from the South
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I
hands in the air, if you's a true player)
Hören Naughty By Nature wie damals und so
Hebt die Arme jetzt hoch, denn die Party geht los
Also ey bro (Hip
(My DJ is live in the place)
We're all here for just one thing
DJ, play one for the girls to sing
'Cause we know where there's girls there'll always
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
never find a damn taxi
But you'll get real fit by just walking
Just go with the flow you will be just fine
And we'll all be gone before too long
Where
get bust by an '86 new jack
Stay in your spot before you get rocked
I'm not goin for it, so rappers just stop
Please heed my message, this is your
get bust by an '86 new jack
Stay in your spot before you get rocked
I'm not goin for it, so rappers just stop
Please heed my message, this is your
they really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They
the mission's impossible, then I'm Tom Cruisin' em'
When you see me, just bow like a Muslim
Cause I'm attracted by millions, mausoleum
You feeding off me?
Watch
swing my way
Just like Ghost Town DJ's
I hit it once I'm gonna
Run it back on replay
Cause girl, you got it
And I'm just trying to get it
Cause me and you
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