four byes Low low's jack benz wit the bubble eyes in every hallway In every pj, all night, all day, they bumpin bj Now when they play me in the clubs, girls rush the dj
i-a area if ya scared Ya end up in the back of the dumpster With two to the motherfuckin' head Go dj, go dj, go dj, that's my dj, that's my dj Chorus
your time, baby to tell you who you are The sun and the moon should respect you, girl cos you're a star Turn a pamp into a champ, baby with you rlittle
that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition back,
1: bwoy seh him a stallion but me a champion always ready fi a good combination seh him wan me and him couldnt please me he musse tink dis a DJ Easy
stunts What you want from me? I got pistols for da haters Ya fam will be in black like they was playin' for da Raiders And ya music isn't favored, and DJ
chorus [2x] this DJ is fuckin hot he got it goin on and he just dont stop what u wanna do? i wanna fuck the DJ! what you wanna do? i wanna fuck the DJ
ooh, like that? Starin' at me all night While I'm out on the floor It was clear what you wanted So you pushed up on it I was grindin' with the DJ With
brothers ain't gettin' it Get it or else you're a goner When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp 'Cause it's the chattanooga champ Takin' a train
's at your own It's at your own It's at your own risk, sucker Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin?, what's happenin?? E-Swift, you cuttin? the records, nice boy DJ
gas in a muddy pair of ugboots In the back is my lucky dingo And he attacks like a punch from Kimbo Slice, dice scratch my lyrics And see my DJ? Yeah
your house, Tie up your brother. Make the prick call up your mother she might know where to find you. I am on top of my job The heavyweight champ of
Il est dj tard, Plerins, il est grand temps de partir Rangez vos nnuphars, vous n'avez plus le temps de lire Crapauds de goudron, alligators et mannequins
The Rear, Its Dj Unk In Yo Ear. Free Wall Chain Let It Bang (4 What?) Shawty We Here. C How My Name Jus Appear. I C These Playas And Scream. Dj Jelly
s DJ UNK They fill me in they speakers, I'm bumpin in they trunk I'm beatin down yo block, keep you bouncin in yo seat Clap five times to my sound, DJ
{DJ Paul: talking} yeah nigga the mother fuckin two time two time motherfuckin champions in this bitch I got another motherfuckin gold plaque on the wall
Chorus Champion Lord! I creep upon n'e-yah slow ANGEL AND HEAVEN The Right ones those to kill for! Champions E-yion Looking how my car shine Look' howdah
mean) we just different genetically And they ain't named me the champion yet So it's, ACG's, Champion sweats Homie this is just a thought (for) The Donny Wall DJ