done seen plenty niggas flip twenties Flip twenty-ones, flip twenty-twoes Flip Jordans, flip two-fours Mega ballin', new clothes Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes
DJ Khaled, we the best Who we ***, we the best The winners I represent the ghetto 'cross the world And you represent the horde, two hands in the sky (
I'ma hand dance with you Tell the DJ to play that jam DJ Wayne Williams, play that jam And after we say I do I'ma line dance with you And tell the DJ
I'll know, I would not change a thing Cause I know I would not change a thing They spoke about her dreams They spoke about love They spoke about
A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke
Wise words bein' spoke, huh, y'all know what it is Nap, Nappy Roots, can I start this one off? Okay Each day I listen what the streets say, like a DJ
-Play, two step, Kelly kinda record (Oh) I need a love song right now. I need a love song. Please tell the DJ. I need a love song. Please tell the DJ
, I hope you accept it Fly stupid rhymes I composed and perfected I'm down with some people that know what they're doin' Darryl and Bobcat and Dwayne and DJ
on the quiet town Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard Now the words spoke, the silence broken Now the words spoke
your hands in the air, uh-huh And wave ?®em ?®round like you care Now if I said to you for One Time always spoke to the truth At 12 rockin' parties out the DJ
DJ Steve Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff With this and don't slip On a funky dope track, jump back Strapped with the fat
is Doc impressin Doc is this Doc is that you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc 'cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle
do it do it Cause I feel I'm the greatest Motherfuckin go I lead in the ropes Nigga dope, Nigga Bar I ain't never had a coach Well spoke, no spokes
everybody know me Verse 3 (Slim Thug) Slim Thugga Muthaf***a The trunk bang with the belts when I swang to the left Pop my trunk and yep yep yep Chrome spokes
fail I caught an aisle seat on a plane and drove an English teacher half insane Making up jokes about bicycle spokes and red balloons So I called up my local DJ
your truth Broke your screws now its open and loose and its ? (Beyond came along and stabbed a DJ in the foot) The spokes bend and buckle (and the wheel
game I?ll be M.V.P, the most valuable poet on the M.I.C Yo it?s a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJ?s who gave me love on their mix tapes And