- Talib Kweli Waitin' For The DJ 歌詞
- Talib Kweli
- Waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock(It's your boy Kweli, BK MC)
So I can show you just what
I got(Memph Blow in the house)
Waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotMusic is the air
I breathe, the prayer
I leaveRippin' in the atmosphere up there in the breeze
Stronger then the revolution that you wear on your sleeve
It's all I know not an idea you believe
I spit bars you can't touch like tips in strip bars
Get charged, man
I drop hits that hit hard
Hit bars with my brown shook 'cuz this starred
The night just start,
I'm waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
We all hop in the car deep
We bring Brooklyn to the city
My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty
When the D
J let the needle drop
The beat'll rock, the beat'll start
Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks3 o'clock and it's mass hysteria
I'm about to hit the cafeteria
I'm Waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock(Put it down for y'all)
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock(Put it down for y'all)
So I can show you just what
I gotI read the lines and all the between
In my mind
I'm rewindin' the scene
The club ain't the place to be findin' a queen
You all in my dream girl
Though I can't sleep on you no, you was a star tonight
It like shown through vampires takin' a bite
I'm in the zone too
I always end up takin' the flight
Makin' a right for the fam
So tight in the jam a fight began
Always heard bad niggas tryin' to act like a man(Waitin' for the DJ to)
The DJ had the mic in his hand like calm down(Let your body rock)
Yeah, it was like
I was the audience at the concert
You at the converse with the
Luis Vuitton purse
Tiger's eye around the wrist with the fly and the prints
Lookin' up your arm a blender with a tattooed gift
I had to catch a plane
But you make me warm as day
I had to catch your name
And I'm waitin'
Waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock(Put it down for y'all)
So I can show you just what
I got'Cuz they let me chasing (incomprehensible)
Through the same old song
So just clap your hands together'
Til they make that sound(Incomprehensible)
Yeah, hot runnin' the summertime it's why
I said itGuys see the flesh catch a dyed fetish
Hunnies smellin' to sweet it's like
I'm diabetic
On stars and the sky in seminal, diabetic
Drop the top beat up the block
On plow, now when they smoke a tree up
As shots reach the new tunes
Dogs who lose
Hollerin' at the new move
Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom
When I come out the house we complete like the number 9
Gimme some of yours,
I'm a give you some of mine
Your off the sucka rhyme a song will sound like one of mine
I know you love it when
I shineI'm waitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I gotWaitin' for the
DJ to, let your body rock
So I can show you just what
I got
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