baby shake if you really want it Shake it baby Shake it now [Chorus] Bring that beat five boys want bass got me stomping freak DJ spin that deck five
: (feat. Trife Da God, Solomon Childs & Sun God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Trife Da God)] Where the DJ's at? (Yeah) that's right What's the deal y'all
D This beat is F-U-N-Key my name is Ice T Make it funky Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
-T That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You drive me crazy with those big ole butts Girl, Let's Get Butt
, you met J though he goes first/ Yea cause that's just how it works "slut".I can put aside my axe, give your butt a couple smacks, once you let me all
get it up) Throw the hands up (E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up [Jay-Z] (Amil) 12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
: Oh Oh, Yeah, Dj Boone, The Number 1 draft pick right here, Your Boy Jin, Double R, Streets Illistrated, Let's Go. Gotta have it for burnin the mic
ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus" "Everybody watch him" "ladies and gentlemen.." "Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"*} {*scratching by DJ Premier: "ladies and gentlemen.."} {*scratching by DJ
Shake up ya booty, all the men will fear ya! Come by Caribbean with da German, dash in a little of the Turkish motion. When the DJ plays his **** I tell
suck some dick for some cigarette money I'll beat cha' up You Best go wash your butt Wore Out Slut I'll beat cha' up You ain't a dj You play for gas money Your name is dj
: (feat. Fresh, Roney, & Mac Maine) Raj Smoove, ooo boy Raj Smoove the Greatest DJ in the world [Intro:] I Wear a mean dark pair of shades and you
ride If you cheat at cards ya get thrown out! Right out the saloon doors on your butt Go back in and buy a round of whiskey Guess what? All is forgiven! DJ
auf Hot Rotation German Rap bringt dicke Kasse Sony Major in der Tasche ihr seid leider knapp bei Kasse Allesamt Gymnastikrapper weicher als 'n Plastikbecher Schmier dir Butter
Biztram rechts von mir, E-Rich links von mir Der Bass so laut, ich kann in meim' Bauch den Synthie spurn' Wassif am DJ-Pult, flimmerndes Lichtermeer In
on And I wonder If I could take you home I must confess The tight mini-skirt you wear I just can't help it baby I can't help but stare So Tell the DJ
Breyer's He's heating up -- nah, brotha, I'm on fire! Dribble dribble shootin three pointers to the drum trick Try to take my style? BLAOW! and one DJ
butterflies Is this the way that it supposed to be When I look into your eyes All you have to do is say my name Just a stutter more like butter Since
bump, throw that ass Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads I'm like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter And my man Gutter, DJ