show em what the gat will do, run along go find somebody to snitch on or go chit-chatter to, Then your name will follow with A What ever happened to... [Radio DJ
DJ MONTAY: YEA ONE TIME ITS YO BOY DJ MONTAY RIGHT REPRESENTING DET OOMP CAMP I GOT SOME NIGGAZ WIT ME DJ UNK YOLA DA GREAT AND ME MYSELF OF COURSE MANN
that jail, I can't be staying and my Gs, you can't be caking Child support can burn like torch when you get behind yo' payment Hurr, they go you, send
[DJ Paul:] Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this muthafucka Get one of these gold plaques
now kick it back up in this club tonight! (let's go) [Chorus/Hook - Sleepyhead] [Verse 2 - Smokey] Listen to the vibe in this club tonight Tell the Dj
Ladies, here we go now! Here we go now, here we go now! Worldwide! That's right, we worldwide! We not in no mood, DJ Kool!
'all want (uh-huh) The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on) Verse 4: t-mac At 16 I was hustling trying to get paid Trying to make a damn dollar for I go
, You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her The wanderer, hill wood hustler
hustle. Alright then? Spread The Word. From I and I stand falsely accused you done know seh me a go beat the case. Raise up your glasses, because we a go
time it was soon as you stepped in the door Bitches gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!" Where he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice
props, he eventually stops And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle
game they still fiendin My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go
DJ HOLIDAY) holiday season every good thing must come to an end baby dj holiday sammie the prince we appreciate yall riding with us (holiday season)
Cheeks] You know the life situations, hard times of deep conversations Beef in the streets, eliminations Shit gets iller, it's mad bullshit us niggas go
, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ
yo bash aint shit [Chorus:] Now who wanna go to the ball (I do) The wicked ass monster's ball (thats who) Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I do) I
to watch my mouth, Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt, F-k that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them Couple months I'm outta
, muthafucka Let's do this Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get bricks on the muscle Gorillas on they bullshit, welcome to the jungle Fiends get served in the hallway, welcome to the hustle