Lyrics:
Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
We want Biggie
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I
you shake your seat
You know by the way that you shake it on the dance floor
People in the club screaming give me some more
You know by the way that you
and go get some Benji's
God did, God did, I'm a witness (woo)
I just sent fifty bottles to bitches (woo)
Know the gang in the VIP by the pendant
Still
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Larr, third least not last
A cool brother by the name of Gas
Phase Brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
'cause it's all in the game
D-Roc and Kaine, that Ying Yang Twins
Then go bring some pain
Nigga gone tilt it down on they brain
[Chorus: Ying Yang
doubtin-ass motherfuckers, cause they don't know yeah
Instead of showin and provin yo I'm provin that I'm the show
Now who wants to fade this modern day
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
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
don't wan' see you ball they just want a draft pick
I'm on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you're goin' past rich
Throws
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
everything
But what do they know about us
I wanna know what gives you fever
I wanna know what makes you feel alright
Freedom how you dance when you by
These fake niggas who rich, we checkin' every dollar we get
I'm oh so flyer than a pilot be, shit, why you want some more
Tryna' figure out who stylin'
hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body and the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you (Ohh..)
[Chorus:]
Hey Mr DJ keep playin'
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
the pad boom
Bars so good, I feel entitled
Hit the floor when they play some Michael
I bust moves or jump into the cypher
Or grab empties just to recycle
We
(Stephen) V1
She caught my eyes, from across the room
So tantalized by the way that she moves
Yo mister DJ give her a chance
Don't stop
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah,
Scum Gang! Ayy, ayy
This is another DJ DNA production
What they talkin' bout? (yeah)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out
(Bang it out)
I
second wind? Change the rap, playa
Jump off one-man-gang, I'm back, playa
Look, what you want, want? Double click pump
Ride by slumped up off homie jump
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