: (feat. Busta Rhymes) [Chorus]x2 Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting
after Signal da plane like you trying to get captured Move your body one time to the bass line Go ahead ma, behind your waist line (Chorus: Repeat Twice) Come Mr. DJ song
: [Chorus: x2] Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up? On the gals pon the dancefloor wantin's some more Mr. DJ won't
: (Feat. Sissel Kyrkjebo) [CHORUS: SISSEL] "Fly on the wings of the wind to the homeland, our home song where we sang freely loving where me and you
back, or catch a heartattack Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack I chill at the party in my b-boy stance Walk, cap low, 45
Breaking everybody's heart Singing everybody's song [Incomprehensible] The angry son The angry one Breaking everybody's heart Taking everyone apart Breaking everybody's heart Singing everybody's song
All these years you've been speaking without breathing Spinning closer to the sun Had your way with an unsuspecting public Little threads are all it takes
is low in the sky I feel like going out before the night passes by I won't just sit around when life becomes a drag I dance I like the bass, turn it
re asking me cos I like to eat and laugh and **** and play down low these are the things I know well hchello hchello... Welcome to this night welcome to this song
I be on the hotline like err'day Makin' sure the DJ know what I want him to play You know I got my top back and my beat low Rockin' my stunna shades and
off in tha club We gets low, oh Oh, all my ladies to tha flo' Handle it, ladies, back it up Gettin' crunk up in tha club We gets low, oh Buddy take
givin' us props, see we don't stop 'cause we don't give a fuck We gets paid, so tell me what a nigga know We hit him low with the bass, than we get
cop rock on the dope block I'd rather rot than cop dope I'd rather snot than snort coke I cope with Diet Coke, no pope no beau elope alone on the low
funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly Just give me some deep bass
kingdom of not With galactic sure shot, they can't, won't, don't stop Flock to the rhythm I bring Sing songs call survival on the Mingus revival Scored the bass
the cat eating out on the town And make the whole dining room turn they head around? Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass
get it loud enough to wake the dead Even in a library or an old folks home We raise the low tone till the speaker's blown Overloaded to the max, song