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Перевод: DJ Kay Slay. Чемпионов.
a fuck.) (Biyaa-biyaa!) [Hook] [DJ Kizzy Rock] Grand champion I'm the world wide boss Takin' out fake bass rappers Comin' soft, never lost Hard like a cigarette cough DJ
when and what the album almost through Thanks, I ain't never had a fan like you Eazy E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too Pac, Biggie, Hawk, Fat Pat and DJ
At Me All Night While I'm Out On The Floor It Was Clear What You Wanted So You Pushed Up On It [Aubrey:] I Was Griding With The DJ With My Hands
followed by the mic Check No time for dinner Five's out on the night shift Shady eyes in the middle of the night Into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight On the mix tell the DJ
me? I got pistols for da haters, Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders, And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back
champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul [DJ
my DJ's lamping like Green Lantern, sampling Mansions? Nah, I ain't rich as Richard Branson I'm King Kong meets Vince Vaughn and I play like a champion
proper If we done return with a big rocket launcher Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back Hey, bet the DJ gon
girl, uh, a trow girl, with game that'll make my toes curl cause she's a beast in the bed and I'ma beast with her beat it up like a champ and uh she
just took some shots to tha dome I'm gone, so gone, so yo, can I get a ride home? Gone and poppin' another bottle, get this party to crakin' All these barby doll models make the champs
Alright everybody, tie you shoes, yeah The third chapter has just begun from the H to the P On da mic you will see the people's champ that's me, yeah
and crooks And when the party was on you knew he had come It is like Gladis Knight and its five oh ones Walking right up to the dj man And give another
through open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion
peekin through open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion
open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion, win the
some of ya'll singing like Lou Rawls Try to fuck me, you gon' suffer from blue balls Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ You period niggas be spotting
