You Ain't No DJ(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Yelawolf

歌詞

[Big Boi] Boy stop, you ain't no DJ… [*echoes*] ("Greetings…") I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare any rapper that take it there with this playa 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 hoe 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 ah WOOF! 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 [Chorus 2X: Big Boi] Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go [*repeat 7X*] – go [Yelawolf] Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream (Dream dream dream dream dream) And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey) 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 8-0-8 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'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!) Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!) 30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola Hold up! [Chorus] [Yelawolf] Yeah, 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 hangin on it lately [Big Boi] (Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe Tailored alligator souffl?, 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 SWAT's 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 playin in ya slot, boy stop [Chorus] [Big Boi] Where they at? [*repeat 8X*] There they go [*repeat 7X*] – go Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]