Translation: DJ Company. The Rhythm Of Love.
This kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I see Spit it out 'cause I'm dying for company I notice that you got it, you notice that I want it You know
DJ Tim Johnson I want everybody to stop what they doing (Mr. 305) Now if you know you're with somebody That you're gonna take the hotel room tonight Make
'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
broke as bums on side of da freeway Singing hey Mr. DJ. Gimme your replay. So I can receive pay. And live comfortably Got women huntin' me. Want'n my company
Radio, radio, On my radio, Radio, You can find it all on your radio, On your radio, Whenever I'm alone, And I need, (I need, I need) Some company
loose in they insides They bleedin' through his guts, The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer space The Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon' take your place over [Hook: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul] DJ
East point to New York It's Outkast runnin' through y'all Allaljuah Oh y'all Who can rip like this Punchaneller, Punchaneller I guess It's DJ Clue Aquamini
wanna do? (Whattup?) Brother tell me, if it's on, it's on Now hip-hop was a gift that lifted up Loved rap 'til the companies ripped it up Now the soul
Twan, damn, man That nigga Big got somethin' to say? Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal
In the place to be DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince Ay, Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil' touch of the bass Not a lot, just a lil
went away on a weekend ski trip And they left $100 and a note by the phone That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home' No company? I'm 18! They
B, new Mobb Deep For the year 2 G, best of Queens Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout If they don't hear, how they know? It's the DJ Clue Nigga
a great DJ Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me? He'd probably never be President of that company
, you 1987, I was at the Latin Quarters Listenin' to Africa Bambaata give the order The call of the order was to avoid the slaughter He said, "Record companies
m tellin', and teaching real facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack And it lacks creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'cause the company
'all really wanna get X-rated? He, bottoms up Just hit me up when you need Sex, endo and Hennessey Won't you just put it on me I just want your company
