Lyrics:
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
me straight tumpin the street
Ah, maids on the dee looo
Moved by the kilooo
Same sorta rush a shh knock u'ss n evils
But dis aint a illegal
My mike is
my shawty
Lookin' so fresh off in this club
So tell the DJ, turn the music loud
We're gonna turn it out, show them work it out
So tell the DJ, turn
lovers they are dancing by
And it makes me cry
Oh it’s killing me
DJ save my heart
Don’t you play the song
DJ save my heart
Don’t you play the song
still a HOTBOY
Mannie Fresh still my dj
Run it back like a replay
BigbigBigbigrockboyzzz
And I'm still a HOTBOY
Mannie Fresh still my dj
Bottles
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
to test landin' then you expandin'
Kick in the door, let the next man in
(Let the next man in)
(Let me hear that) Mom's crib
Saltfish, fresh bacon, some
on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So
it a grand
Know it's the mvmt like drewski and em
Envy it plays ain't talking Dj
Dont sing a soul if caught in the play
Keep it 100 ill keep it
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
Tonight, I want to forget
I want lights to, blind me
I want beat, want to disappear (to dissapear)
Oh DJ, ease my mind will you
Play that song again,
why this is something for the radio
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends,
and the people are boarding
Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless instinct takes control
Jam to techno
Groove to soul to soul
You
greedy
{Yella Boy}
Me and my DJ, Mannie Fresh we done shut the pieces
We fuckin' wive's, we fuckin' daugher's, and even niece's
These hoes like Mosquitos
the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up
The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
holla holla
Play the record for me
Holla holla holla holla holla holla
Rockin' on the floor
Tell the DJ turn it up
Amplify the recipe
Every time you look
that your pockets get swole, whoa, hey, yeah-yeah
Let me take it back, yeah let me take it back, we reminiscin'
(Take it back one more time for me, DJ
a Fresh Contest
You Number Two
And I don't like how y'all play
On Kid G
And that's why I'm spitting spit
Up on the beat
And I don't like how y'all play
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
the box, beat sticks
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah, I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
Dvla, fresh out
of steel is Kenny Parker
As we say he can't get no darker
All about action not a fast talker
All the whick whack sucker DJ's
Gotta try much harder
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