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You Ain't No DJ

アーティスト:Big Boi  アルバム:Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty  作詞:ATHA MICHAEL WAYNE/YELAWOLF/BENJAMIN ANDRE/PATTON ANTWAN  作曲:ATHA MICHAEL WAYNE/YELAWOLF/BENJAMIN ANDRE/PATTON ANTWAN 

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[Big Boi] Boy stop, you ain't no DJ… [*echoes*] ("Greetings…") I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare any rapper that take it there with this playa here Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year) Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed by the lack of class, sat in the back of class but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF! Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows Gathering artillery for the battle Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass [Chorus 2X: Big Boi] Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go [*repeat 7X*] – go [Yelawolf] Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream (Dream dream dream dream dream) And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey) Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick 8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch! Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit


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