Lyrics:
gooey shit on his chest
Watch this motherfucker beg for mercy
Shoulda let his wiz suck my dick
For the time he jerked me
The soldier I rolls with
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
'Cause baby, tonight (come on, come on)
The DJ got us falling in love again (yeah)
Yeah baby, tonight (somebody get the DJs up)
The DJ got us falling in
Ghet-O-Vision got this sewed up
Roll up smoke up, everybody wishin' they choose us
But we don't give a fuck you know what
I know you didn't see me coming but I'm
time I blow up)
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
'Cause baby, tonight (come on, come on)
The DJ got us falling in love again (yeah)
Yeah baby, tonight (somebody get the DJs up)
The DJ got us falling in
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,
roll it up roll it up
Break it down roll it up
Break it down break it down roll it up roll it up
Me and Freddy on a vibe
We be getting so high
When load
together across the tracks
Because when we shows up, rhythm rolls up
Funk cannot be measured while the pleasure grows up
Life ain't what it seems, life is
Yeah we gonna call it, we gonna call it
DJ and me sing along with Ree
Now Mr and Mrs dJ i
Know your listeners alright
You get up and do your
Number
(uh)
Run up on me, I don't give two fucks (at all)
Chopper leave a nigga so fucked up (what else?)
Sewed up (what else?), sewed up (what else?)
Toe
next?
Hands down best
DJ, SPIN that shit again!
Now I gotta show em what's up
Had to come back, drop something for the club
You can bet I ain't letting
pretty (pretty)
The way you back up on me baby Lord have mercy!
Players want to play,
Ballers want to ball (Ballers want to ball)
Rollers want to roll
Ya
C'est le D c'est le
Singui
Dj Leska
Leska m'appelle au bigo, me convoque ce soir brûler le cristal
Ska labello dans la sacoche, sans
a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
Let's all roll a blunt
And get fucked up (what you sayin'? what you sayin'?)
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
the DJ bring it back for me
And drop a bomb on it with the horns (yeah)
Globally adored
For sure put Atlanta on the board and I'll be runnin' up
the roll up the roll
Look
She give me the love like bulala
Got me singing words like ulala
I'm high on you marijuana
Wai man Baggy I wan meet your mama now
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
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
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