Lyrics:
Waitin' for the DJ to
Let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC)
So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house)
Waitin' for
By the way that your body moved
I couldn't help the way I stared
There was some mysterious force
Leading me here to you (leading me to you)
Lead me
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call
by, don't break your neck
Just ask to dance it's the best you'll get
Can't sit with us if you're not eating
Girls want beef but they act vegan
Up too
crazy
Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked out my situation.
DJ drop they got it, don't [?]
[?] you're gambling with your savings.
[?] doing numbers,
Come Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't
ain't shit
'Cause I'm a playa motherfucker named DJ Quik
Yo, maybe it's the way, I hold my dick
That makes all the girlies want to ride my tip
But
of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
[Hook]
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
Say go
style
dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince about to break out
yo fella lets go to the island
go to the island
himminahumani
himinahumini
my dj go by
some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit
[DJ Paul]
I'm from that Memphis 10 Bitch
Who gives a fuck
the door
And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore
So why these niggas actin like they want to marry the floor?
Like they ain't seen me breeze
want to
But we about to bring it back right now you know what i'm saying
(It's going down) (Red Eye Posse)
I represent the DJ's that's throwing down
Jealous, jealous
We The Best Music
Oh, oh, oh
They don't want us together, 'gether
Another one
You need somebody, babe, you need somebody, babe
we sendin' out
A world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin'
These DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, wanna be disc
Jocks
At first they forgot about me like I aint 100 had you niggas runnin round the lobby
I heard they being lying about it know a nigga comin up
my skater friends
(What they want?)
We all want the same thing
(What we want, now?)
We all want the same thing, yeah
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus,
DJ: Public Enemy - ah, in their music ah, kinda rabble rousing. They, ah, talk about, ah, well things like...
DJ:You know the white media has been
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
I just want your facial
I don't want no relations, I just want your facial
Pour some alcohol and drank it baby, go on and taste it
Pour some
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
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