Käännös: DJ Clue. Punainen.
(feat. Redman) [Redman] I said y'all niggaz can't come in here tonight P,P,P Get out of here I'm the bouncer here tonight [Verse 1] Your boys are out
's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron You what I sayin'? One time for DJ Clue,
Clue clue clue clue... [Big Boi] Out of the basement Out of the dungeon Look at these broads What have you done to them? Rippin'it, sippin'it Puttin
The birth 1986 brooklyn usa -- just signed the contracts today Happy but later on came dismay -- yo, where is my pay Just wrote the lyrics to dj innovator
Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the
piped or any five boroughs My 9 semi starts trouble, I want y'all to act up Go head and play dumb Billy Bathgates my name, huh Nigga, I shot ya Yeah, DJ Clue
Nas, L.E.S., and Mobb Deep from Queens Puff Daddy, get the millions kid Nuff props and respect to Notorious B.I.G. DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you
don't know too much about em but they wont buy red I ain't trippin don't wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With
mix fly Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu kit Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue Red
, don't run neither long range street sweep Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue In too deep, you
ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin' See you on TV in New York, them niggaz laugh at us The reason why DJ?s didn?t have a clue I was fabulous
get to where I'm at you got to do what I done did That's if you wanna ride big, DSGB, we ridin' big To my nigga, DJ Clue All my homies on the southside
befo' bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue That they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ
look for a jooks Rotten Apple Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue
break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik The almighty, funkster The baddest to ever touch the MPC60 Worth three thousand, you don't hear me Clue Dogg, Blac
ll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) Chorus 2x Outro: DMX & DJ Clue (DJ Clue
