wanted to win, Yes Marley took the test To become a DJ, We cut the music, went a somethin' this way He cut the music with so much class, The Sucker DJ
on again For the high class whores And the businessmen Who drive in their Mercedes Benz To a disco bar in Old Munchen, yea When I had get the jokes that the DJ
. I'm lookin' good and I can feel that all eyes are on me. Its time to show how em how we do on the floor. So while the DJ play my track I want my
giggles then we start to get crazy Table dancin', smashin' glasses, it starts to get naughty. Its time to show em' how we do on the floor So while the DJ
dancin', ooh, ooh Yo, go whereyalike Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class Let
say And every Saturday morning I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game And the truancy came Started cuttin' in just class
too fly My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard This class
do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class It took one second
no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class And took one second, to put yo' ass in a body
DJ Khaled, we the best Who we ***, we the best The winners I represent the ghetto 'cross the world And you represent the horde, two hands in the sky (
girl Now listen up close, I won't say it again Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight From the ATL
Aight say hi my name is daryl Hi my name is daryl And dj jazzy jeff (and dj jazzy jeff) And the fresh prince (and the fresh prince) Wanted you to say (
) When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was kind of the class clown
in the place [Singing] [Scratch:A,B,C,D] [Verse two: Dizzy Dustin] "i" double "z" "y" I could begin When they get the levels set to let my DJ spin I
Intro: Styles Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga All: L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back glock for glock, Mac for Mac Dope and crack
world Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half coma Know the tricks in the class
the chicks flockin' Feelin' fresh, I got the zip locked in You only live once, my time is only tick tockin' Workin' it up, I'm livin' it up The bartender and the DJ
Crazy Drayz's payday I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin Pele But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses For classes, yo KRS