: (feat. DJ Diaz, DJ Skoob And El Gusto) I know a DJ, I know a DJ [x4] [Verse 1:] I had 12 tracks recorded and ready to play When a call from the label
Übersetzung: Die Zunge. I Know A Dj.
(feat. DJ Diaz, DJ Skoob And El Gusto) I know a DJ, I know a DJ [x4] [Verse 1:] I had 12 tracks recorded and ready to play When a call from the label
get to tongue-kissin It's a mean world Nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a
Dis yah DJ Naw go smoke opium Well I run mi lyrics Dem a flash offa mi tongue Bwoy you musee dumb (Hey!) Chorus Verse 2: MR. VEGAS I rather go on
dail it Don't know what ya missin' Not braggin' but I bet I can take ya there I know ya love it come here & I'ma make ya forget Just for a couple of hours
your tong tied in knots i see spit it out cuz im dying for company i notice that you got it you notice that i want it you know that i can take it to the
, ha I just say what I say, I'm drunk as hell, fuck it I'll leave and take a grenade Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day As long as I'm drunk,
when I wash it So now you think I give a damn what I'm rockin? I don't wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em You don't need to worry what I do,
wet But I'm willin to bet, on a Sway & a Tech They stay in effect, never been a pain in the neck, they gainin respect Nevertheless I WRECK YOU, now you
fall Brain cells swell Thought process becomes a trance Makes you feel posessed to dance I'll say I want a million My mind is so deep I'll be bustin' a
i buy you some, what's your name bitch, where you from?You know me but don't be scared, (bloody hands are weird) i know, don't front girl you like us
i take you higher i am lorenzo aka jo va not ti i'm grooving like james brown i sing like pavarotti i mix romantic flavour of a tipical italian melody
Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya React like a cat when he arches back Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga,
enemies. [Killah Priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this
's a friendly rub But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind With your waistline, and the way you move Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove Or like
i bust a nut on this bitch Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes Who like the way i thug and the way i flow I like head in the Benz, the four door
y'all niggaz goin down [Streetlife] My dick! (My dick!) I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
