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S O A P Mr Dj

and I don't worry 'bout a thing. I wanna live this forever, Never wanna leave (wanna leave), Uuh, this is the place for you and me, (one thing missing now). Mr. DJ

got my respect and you motherfuckin players (Players, players) To my man King Tee, seem like he cant think Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player Got to admit it, TLA, you a

tracks) Jammin' my music live (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) His own fault it's a gas DJ turn me up, do not turn me down Just gon' turn me up Roscoe, that's what's

play John Jay back around the way Fish Filet Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay For dirt bomb niggaz in the P J To cling on, bring on the good

cabron, One,two,three 6-1-9 down with P.O.D. como la ves, facil como une,dos,tres mr.DJ,play that rola otra vez, and watch how many people go off under

Me I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties

and decide what's the deal Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill Ain't lovely My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me What

somethin on the history [Zaakir] I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three R to the A-P-P-I-N Eighty-four was the year I picked up

's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake Take the DJ off your name, Mr.