one Strength producer, I send you an ultimatum Hardcore worldwide is how I take 'em I rock, never hyperventilate Others get tired, could use a commercial break 45 King, DJ
taught one Strength producer, I send you an ultimatum Hardcore worldwide is how I take 'em I rock, never hyperventilate Others get tired, could use a commercial break 45 king, dj
right half The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck I'm speakin this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican
[DJ Clue *echoes*] Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc... This shit right here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...
tha crib n plot by myself Back to tha block servin' rocks by myself Back to tha block nigga check yo self Dis on me dont play yo self You can free style
poppin shawty Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ [Chorus x
[DJ Khaled] Diaz Brothers DJ Khaled I rep my city Dade County, let's go! [Trick Daddy] Dade County stand up right now All the from Carol City to
the ghetto and that's fo sho' (I'm from the ghetto) Ain't no help there, just food stamps Weight checks and welfare Every man gone for self there You
[DJ Khaled] We the best I represent the hood I represent the ghetto I represent the people I represent you LISTEN!!! [Dre] All the money in the world
, tellin' y'all to live wit this I coulda had you in the bank now you lost ya rank you should blame only ya'self ya self today you know me hate to have
not afraid I can look after myself Verse 2 (Suffa) So they went to the party a crazy jungle disco Calypso rhythms flamingos doing strip shows The DJ
else and it helps when i see the city sufferin i'm rupturing lyrics, haemorraghing tracks, bleedin out my personality all over the wax so dj's get ya
the lonely walking There's always too much talking I should have stayed home She starts her cool caressing The kid, she starts undressing I should've stayed home The DJ
a red right hand You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect
the spotlight, Searching the fame bizarre The curtain is closed The camera is off The make up is washed away Hes looking in the mirror Trying to find his inner self
' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin
Uh, uh, here we go, uh Ah yeah, DJ Flex with Salt and Pepa And we about to get brand new, ah ha Ah yeah, uh, here we go, here we go, uh Here we go, here
ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic Man' Life should be full of strangeness like a rich painting But it gets worse day by day, I'm a potential DJ A creeping