Lyrics:
fucked up!
From the MIA, to the ATL, to the world, DALE!
Party ain't over till the fat lady sings
Or should I see, party ain't over till you so fucking
black
It's about to get real grimey
So somebody say "DJ, pull up the track"
Ow, shut this down (come on)
Ain't heard nothing like this since "Pow"
on me
Cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
Hagan caso
Pa' las rocha' beso', y pa' lo' gile' rafagazo', prra
Yo soy CF, mami (mándale mecha)
Con el Pesa en lo' controle' (Pusho DJ)
Al
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
me, yeah 3D, yeah, yeah, with no glasses
Tell the pope to come see me
I got asses, by the masses
I ain't greedy, sharing is caring
Especially when it's
whine up your hips (uh uh)
Said, seven, eight, let me see you gyrate
Nine, ten, take off your clothes
Your body look good
When you take off your clothes
you are now rocking with the best
Evil empire, DJ EFX
Remix Mafia, 3 6, we sick
Make hit records prestigious
We just, ride 'til the new budget free up
like a steering wheel
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) The best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama
Right now you are listening to the baddest DJ
DJ Fresh Oman
Drop It.
Put your fingers in the air, air
Ah Duncana Mighty
Put your fingers in the air
let me see them hands
Throw them all the way up
Like I'm DJ Khaled, put 'em all the way up
Make a west side, throw it all the way up
They looking
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
DJ's, you jugglin', that means I'm bubblin'
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin'
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
like a steering wheel
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) The best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama
dance it
c rhythm n Soul soul soul
c itta come back again we dance
c rhythm n Soul soul soul
cll a'dem dj put pon replay
So mi'a tell Dem I rock Dem one
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
DJ's, you jugglin', that means I'm bubblin'
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin'
mía (ya, ya)
Y ahí algo a mí me decía (bum, bum)
Que tú era' la baby que tanto quería
Porque rápido hubo química (oh-oh)
Y te vi tan
You know that I can take it
to the next level ba-by!
If you want this good shit
Sicker than the remix
Baby let me blow your mind tonight
(Clean)
Lil nigga thought I was a fuckin DJ
Damn we hit em wit remix (Get em outta here)
Aye Replay (Replay)
I Brought it back like a DJ (Bring it back)
Det
mine
Countin' the days we ain't got much time
(Countin')
We ain't got no time
No time on the clock for no remix, jump out the stu' go seasick
Just see
cielo y el infierno (this is the remix)
Me convencí de que me amabas
Me mentiste, mami
Y como un tonto te esperaba
A que vuelvas a mí (baby girl)
overdrive, baby
Oh, the city's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh)
I can't see clearly when you're gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by
mornings like a matinee
See I promise I just need to get away
Feel the pressure then I breakaway
I been MIA the game in disarray
Tired of living on a day
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