Letras
Here's a ticket
Let's go to San Francisco Airport
Or let's go to Oakland Airport
And let's fly the fuck outta here
So we can check this shit out
Come on, DJ Lord
Come on, rock, rock, y'all
(Get down)
Miuzi weighs a ton
Rock, rock, y'all
You don't stop (come on, get up)
(Get down)
Miuzi weighs a ton
Rock, rock
Yes my nine (come on, get up)
Yo, yo (get down)
Miuzi weighs a ton
Rock, rock
Yo (come on, get up)
Come on (get down)
Yo
The match up title, the expression of thrill
For elite to compete and attempt to get ill
If looks could kill, I'd chill until
All the public catches on to my material, you know
The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture
Accused of assault, a first degree crime
'Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes
Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
Choke from the hold of my Kung Fu grip
And if you want my title, it would be suicidal
From our end, it would be homicidal
When I do work, you get destroyed
All the paranoid know to avoid
The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed
This is no kid and I'm not no toy
Come on (come on, get up)
(Get down)
Miuzi weighs a ton
Rock, rock, y'all
You don't stop (come on, get up)
In the area (so get down)
You don't quit
G4 in the house (come on, get up)
Louie Lou in the house (get down)
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah (come on, get up)
Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah (get down)
Check 'em
Check the rhythm y'all
I like the way you do your thing
I like the way
It goes like, DJ Lord, huh, huh