Soopa Villainz
Soopa Villainz - I Shot The Dj songtekst
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(DJ Voice) Yo, right here your non-stop party block! I'm your host DJ (::gunshots::) (Mr. Heart) Who the fuck ain't bumpin the Villainz, You gotta die On the club and the radio, We bout to ride, On you fake ass DJ's Who wanna hate Mr. Club get your tables, I grab the crates We shot the whole mothafuckin party up Tryin to hit the DJ But we kinda drunk But we the hardest, And yall scared like a bitch Every minute, every hour, play the same old shit you betta bump this shit, Hey, fuck that dance Bullets make you lean back, and shit in your pants Pop Music? How about Shot Music? Get a real DJ before I loose it Soopa Villain Radio everyday What the Fuck Did he Say? And what he gon play? No Fuck that! (FUCK THAT!) We gotta burn this bitch down Dead DJ's Bleedin all over the Ground (Chorus x2) I shot the DJ. Everyone seen me! I shot the DJ. And I'ma forty four the top forty! (Mr. Diamond) So Much blood on the tables, they won't work anymore They try to sell em to the pawn store Another dead DJ Shot in the club Before the killer ran off, he cut his hands off Hot Jams 103, DJ found dead They took a record crate and smashed his head into a goulash, and then they dissapeared (SOUNDS LIKE THE SOOPA VILLAINZ WAS THERE!) In a fleet of limousines, It's Mr Diamond Here to poison the world and commercial rhymin I bloody Diamond cut bullets, in my murder rampage Mr Club, scratches and cuts, DJs necks open They run off, bloody and chokin Then I blast a hole in they back, big as a basketball then turn around and blast his jaw (Chorus x2) I shot the DJ. Everyone seen me! I shot the DJ. And I'ma forty four the top forty! (Mr. Spade) Time for a killin, The DJ ain't play no Soopa Villainz So I'm about to hurt his motha fuckin feelins Gay bashin, Party crashin, Gangsta Fashion I didn't like what he was playin So I blast em Party over here, it's a body over there On the wheels of steel, blood's everywhere Say What? Who's that Mr Club? Mr Spade snuck into the party with a snub As I commence, To cause alot of casualities on radio, DJ personalities Home of hip hop and R and B Home invasion Fuck that, I'm blowin up the radio station Fully automatic til they play nothin but static Flashback, every time you see a turntable panic Fuck that, play my new shit, the crew shit, the true shit or get you brains blew bitch (Chorus x2) I shot the DJ. Everyone seen me! I shot the DJ. And I'ma forty four the top forty! (Bang Bang! Bang Bang!) Everyone seen me! (Bang Bang! Bang Bang!) And I'ma forty four the top forty! (Bang Bang! Bang Bang!) Everyone seen me! (Bang Bang! Bang Bang!) And I'ma forty four the top forty!