Dj Honda

Dj Honda - 5 Seconds lyrics

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What? "I represent no question"
 "Entire life's a record"   Redman from Dat's My Word
 Yo I get hooknotic (what?) I catch that prey on they victims
 Big black I hi tech shit like radar systems
 Unsecessfully they try to get rid of me
 Shit on me you must be kdding me
 Thinkin' I'm a let that float (never) so it's time I severly touch
 this
 track up
 Back up cousin I'm about to twist this next sack up
 For real tho' I bang like steel toed tims
 Watch where you park at my man might steal your rims
 We in the dark at all time of the night steady cheefin'
 Rollin' with the illest of niggas so stop beefin'
 Occassionly (what?) you might find me blazin'
 The rawest of MC's to spice you like Cajaun
 Flow straight nasty like stank vagina
 And I keep my shit pumpin' from Chile to China
 Rewind it one time let me kick one more rhyme
 One more time roll one more dime
 Hook:
 We keep it tight right plus we keep it poppin'
 On top of that we hip hoppin' and don't stoppin'
 "I represent no question" "Entire life's a record"
 I'm cross country like Sony triple like Tony
 Get nasty like bologny, Ginuwine so ride the Pony
 Uncomparable, noncompatable to your whole shit
 You got it how can you tell to go get?
 Cause lyrically I'll twist your shit back
 Without no hesitation or the slightest bit of procrastination
 I'll blast the nation on some Black Attack shit
 What nigga don't try and stop me
 You need to hit up your local record shop and cop this bit
 I know you're sick of those nonsense cat's kickin' wack raps
 Talkin' about traps it's time to face the facts
 Perhaps you're trying to get doe like Suge Knight
 All the real niggas represent your hood right
 Hook
 Yo we keep it on some hip hop don't stop
 I pops the cherry
 Added a new edition to my shit so you don't have to worry
 Toss rhyme flurries
 Hot to Def like Keith Murray
 I'll bury your words and crush your thoughts in a hurry
 Mutilate your mental have your whole style up
 First A and B reach your card out then I pull your file out
 Stay on top of my game
 Moves be stratigic
 Battlin' don't fuck around I'll leave you paraplegic
 I mean it I give props to those who climb poetically
 Not those who take it personal when I'm speakin' hypothetically
 I'm just reppin', flowin' steadily
 Unforgetable like Natalie
 Son switch up so incredibly
 So my joints be the total oppostie of gun clappin'
 Just blunts and rappin'
 Beat box and finger snappin'
 Who put the DAT in?
 I let my nigga DJ Honda cut it up live
 Spark up the lye
 Hook
 scratching
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atoll Music Paris

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: HII (1998)

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