Ah DJ Ah DJ Ah DJ Won't you rock the bass? Ah D-Boy Won't you shock the place? Ah don't stop What you gonna do? Ah 1, 2 What you gonna do? Ah don't stop Ah don't stop Hip hop To the beat Commentatin', illustratin' This rip shit given Hustling' expert Gotta let my tech jerk when I mob for my skrilla It's nothin' realer The most gorgeous nigga MC of the year, Sucka's will fear They can't compare, or measure up Whoever the competitor He's not better, I'm clever Like Roy Jones I'm throwin' K-O blows When I enter the center they say "Oh yo there he goes" Should I bring my strap with me? It seem like it should be cool But I don't Uh oh, uh uh, uh oh, uh oh I don't play around Nor do I F around And you can tell from the bodies that I left around I can rewind the calendar back, back to like '93 The East was on some African shit The West was still blastin' and shit LA had the most bangin' and shit The Bay still got the most game in this shit Yo, since I was a youth I smoked weed out Stickin' to my fingers and I never picked a seed out When I'm out of states niggas might get me confused Luckily I got my best friend the Uz Ah 1, 2 What you gonna do? Funky fresh in the place to be It's young Hus and the Jack MC We rockin', So shockin' Don't stop To the beat
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Copy to Clipboard: Ah DJ Ah DJ Ah DJ Won't you rock the bass? Ah D-Boy Won't you shock the place? Ah don't stop What you gonna do? Ah 1, 2 What you gonna do? Ah don't stop Ah don't stop Hip hop To the beat Commentatin', illustratin' This rip shit given Hustling' expert Gotta let my tech jerk when I mob for my skrilla It's nothin' realer The most gorgeous nigga MC of the year, Sucka's will fear They can't compare, or measure up Whoever the competitor He's not better, I'm clever Like Roy Jones I'm throwin' K-O blows When I enter the center they say "Oh yo there he goes" Should I bring my strap with me? It seem like it should be cool But I don't Uh oh, uh uh, uh oh, uh oh I don't play around Nor do I F around And you can tell from the bodies that I left around I can rewind the calendar back, back to like '93 The East was on some African shit The West was still blastin' and shit LA had the most bangin' and shit The Bay still got the most game in this shit Yo, since I was a youth I smoked weed out Stickin' to my fingers and I never picked a seed out When I'm out of states niggas might get me confused Luckily I got my best friend the Uz Ah 1, 2 What you gonna do? Funky fresh in the place to be It's young Hus and the Jack MC We rockin', So shockin' Don't stop To the beat
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