It's goin down From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck
] Are y'all set, all prepared to start Move in close cause here comes the dope part By the way, I'm the Taste, if tracks Could talk but they - but here go
) C'mon now! Don't stop the DJ (Hey, Hey) Don't stop the DJ Don't kill the DJ (Hey, Hey) Don't stop the DJ Don't kill the DJ (Hey, Hey) We gone keep partyin
on Rock that body Go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Now go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Def DJ Pooh, KAM, Solo, and the motherfuckin LA Zoo Pomona, DJ Quik and Blacktone But them niggaz cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on
-numb We'll be forever young, young, y-y-young You know we're superstars, we are who we are DJ turn it up DJ turn it up DJ turn it up DJ turn it up
music not about me in your interviews seem like everytime im rapping, imma offending dudes and i aint thought about you, let alone mention you. . . Outro : (T.I. talking) MLK DJ
Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Baby, hold it and let me holla at you, baby for a moment And if you with it, I'm with it,
kinda lonely, let me tell you where to go. Turn On The Radio! Try to call, twitter me, text until your fingers bleed. Oh! The DJ's the only way you*re
they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them
young things at the party Let me see your hands up And if they mad and they don't wanna party Tell them shut the fuck up So, DJ, turn it loud And watch
proper If we done return with a big rocket launcher Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back Hey, bet the DJ gon
So get your hands up, now get your hands up Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight Sub-atomic never get the best of me Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul
say FUCK THE DJ's (FUCK THE DJ'S) FUCK THE DJ's (FUCK THE DJ'S) Say FUCK THE DJ's (If they ain't playing my shit) Everybody say FUCK THE DJ's (FUCK
backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go And if I was a
r who we r DJ turn it up (Up, up, up, up, up, up) DJ turn it up (Up, up, up, up, up, up) DJ turn it up (Up, up, up, up, up, up) DJ turn it up (Up,
It's okay, I'm good Let's go Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration,
But you no one ain't trickin? if you got it You know we ain't f**king if you not thick And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex