Hello Mr. D.J. wont you play a song for me` The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you play
for a girl that fine Baby, won't you please be mine? Are you down? Baby, won't you please be mine? Are you down? Ho! Alright then, D., since you gave
until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know
the meter spray Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay Get off my D-I, then go C the K's Excuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" Or that "
The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'ness [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr
dwell on the 500 SL The E and J and Ginger Ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamin's Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck
dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins Another hon's in the crib, please send her in I fuck
do the cut Yeah what, Rob do the mix, tape to J.L. Then Tommy Mattola put it on sell Then come da moment of truth Hot off the press to the D.J. booth
J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing, uh J J Just don't say nothing
and good wine They say, "Dope is sour so it's homework and hood crimes" I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye They never could say tell 'em, J
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
s the best player in the NBA? Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant. Reporter: Really? Why? Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get [Lil' Wayne] Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr
there with the Devil Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do? [D.J. Paul] First I hit up
window, everybody got a sack Got my heat right between my seat, got a box of them thangs In case these fools start playin' with me You'd be surprised
I'm not jimmy walker, but I'm not a swarteneger You know I got the build of a regular man I'm not a j.j., but not no conan Just maestro, not second or
stance in di dance so we s-ay Mr. Kardinal dun know don't pl-ay Haffi buss a n*t every a** gon' d-ay Don't mix up wid no f****t nor g-ay Buss two shot
can i have your attention," I'd like to welcome all y'all tonight, even as y'all ladies to the left beggin for drinks, can we please get up on 'em, this
