Turn your dial to 93.7 Broadway acts like he's 11 Self-proclaimed, self Worse mistake ever to land in Michigan I'm just a singer of country songs Just
This one's for all my people lovin' hip-hop that are truly gifted Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit DJs with no cuts outside their self-
just the engine On a vision quest but my breathe is on Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions Coflow providing dj's with turntable
floor (The floor) Move to the beat (Come and move your body) Dancin' with me (Come and move your body) DJ, DJ, play my music Dance the night away Just let your self go (Self
I just joined the white rapper convention Back in the day, I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition But I done made it, they hate it I love it because of DJ
[Radio DJ] Battle of the sexes radio, Where it is 12:45 in the A.m n disturbing the pieces Are in studio guests, Our hotline is lit the fuck up With people
[Intro:] Bring It, Back Briing It Back. [Dj Montay:] Yeah. One Time, It's Ya Boy Dj Montay Right. Dj We Got A Brand Newdance Comin' For Ya. I Don't Care
watch my every self Uncle, brother, cousin Jerry and the heart be kept Nobody know who we gon' take our last breath Hug yo' moma, hug yo' father nigga, hug yo'self
little kid Give the homie a little bit I ain't smoke, yeah I smoke Cheefin' on that endo dope Hypnotize better, we make cheddar All the haters hit the road, kill yo' self
next Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in I didn't want to kill 'em But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin' (DJ Paul) Bitches when we see ya
' Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that
you pulled that shit Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart You gonna meet this sick killah don't step Better watch your self, better watch your self
life is over kid, It's time for the killin' Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch [Hook 4x] [DJ Paul] [Verse 2: DJ
Yes sir, Swisha House DJ Paul and Juicy J productions Paul Wall, Swisha House, Hypnotize Minds Three 6 Mafia, it's goin' down Eighty-fo's, candy paint
Baby] What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys, wit the self made millionaire Cash
mafia. whats up to sunny d, dj bk, the whole m-town 901 up in this hoe nigga quit playin with yo motherfucking self bitch. Chorus: DJ Paul I'ma Dedicate
Tonight is the night we're gonna let it go Get on the floor and lose your self-control Ain't nobody here to tell us what to do Cause we're gonna make
sound, give me the sound Mr. DJ Give me the sound make the problem run away Give me the sound, give me the sound Mr. DJ Hey Mr. DJ, play Could it be