Aight that night dunn rolled on the mic Jumping out the Lex door suede lugz on Looking like he worth ten thousand on the arms Cuban connect I had it smashed
park killin', on the block we was killin' 'em The arch villains, when the blood start spillin' Any stuck start squealin', body bags we was fillin' 'em Yeah, now I got it in the smash
the flip flop jag through Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my Devi sad blue Ride straight pass you, my choppas will outlast you I promise I'ma smash
this ain't a dis 'cause you sold gold Still, I made a killin' and it ain't even a ten eleven million Given my rhyming spice while my DJ's on the slice
(featuring DJ Kool) {*"Shake" repeated throughout all verses*} [Intro - DJ Kool] This is the legendary DJ Kool! They are Philly's Most Wanted! The
is synchronism, yo, check out my homeboy dance To the rhythm and hey, this hey, oh, this ain't Forte, I'm coming Double-F, Fortissimo, FF for funky fresh, my DJ
*Dj Scratches* (Bronx Queens) Yeah, Uhh No Doubt (Yeah Big Pun) Yeah Yeah No Doubt Yeah Lets Get It On Yeah Freestyles (Hot 97) Hot 97 Uhh Ay-yo my
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw
got the juice to spruce an' get nice An' so enticin', strong like a bison Ruff like Brandy an' no one knows That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads Smash
women strip down That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse Talk politics to the populace Or challenge what the market is With militant caucuses That'll smash
you still wanna scuffle? dag (I got ta) admit you got a lot of heart, kid You better run like somebody smart did (I got ta) remember the benz that my man drove Now it's all smashed
my cable swingin' Like 'The Pit or the Pendulum', Pete Nice bringin' The sunrise with no lies, legitimate an' you despise Envy this MC's magnitude, so realize The MC emceed, the DJ
enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous And smash
around in the streets with heavy guns Bust it, marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out to a pale horse Smashing your image, take
DJ Turn Me Up I'm Turnt Up To The Maximum Everyday Is a Different Wasted Day I Move Around And Smash Em I got All The Shorties Ain't No Question If I'm Smashing
just consider yourself my enemy Niggas out here fake dog, like nate dogg I swear you made it, but talkin that shit to dre Will get you and your dj regulated
Mister cee [mister cee] Yo, the microphone's mine Mission, to make dj's feel the wrath So here's a paragraph, written on behalf Of the ruler, dictator, dj
Mister cee [intro]: I be the cruddy one that they call the dj mister cee, With the whole wolf pack in the place to be. Better known as the chocolate city