You Ain't No DJ

Album: Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty (2010)
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  • Boy, stop!
    You ain't no DJ

    I double dare, matter of fact, nigga, I double dog dare
    Any rapper to take it there with this player here
    Let's be clear, I'm a leader, not your peer
    Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year, year, year)
    Like beer and pretzels with the game, I go good
    I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
    Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
    By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
    But passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass
    You're like the caboose and I'm the engine locomotive
    To let loose steam in the booth, scream, awoo!
    Dream Team, nigga, fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
    While I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing
    Greetings, Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows
    Gathering artillery for the battle
    Now, on the front line, I stand, microphone in my right hand
    Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass

    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go

    My momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
    And God said look for the burning bush, now I turned to weed
    So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees
    Hard white, I trickle nickel bags
    Ice cold true shit, in the booth with blue lips
    On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
    808 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof, bitch
    Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
    I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
    Sofa any one of you wanna get to' up
    I'mma tattoo, Kodak you, close up
    Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova
    Dogs are barking as soon as that trooper roll up
    30 aught 6, Momma, don't gotta load up
    'Cause I'm from The Varsity, it may be hard to get RC Cola, hold up

    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go

    And I party in poverty with people like
    "Yeah, you're famous, so what?
    I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck"
    Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
    Yeah, I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala
    Roll with pimp scholars, ATLiens
    A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
    Baby, I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy
    Must be my dick the way bitches been hanging on it lately

    We stay banging on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
    Tailored alligator souffle, escalade all in yo' ladies
    Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader
    Give thanks, pussy nigga, I don't expose you as a hater
    Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWATs
    Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
    Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
    'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playing in your slot, boy, stop

    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
    Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
    Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
    There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go Writer/s: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Andre Patton, Michael Wayne Atha
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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