| Aye hold up hold up, wait through it
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| Let me roud the buffer
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| Let me do some shit real quick, man
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| Let me do something real quick
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| Who wanna battle me right now for ten G’s?
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| Aye, who wanna see me?
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| Aye, you know I’m lying with y’all, I’m just bullshitting
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| Having fun? |
| Aye aye aye
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| But check this out though, check this out, check this out
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| I wanna give love to all the future generation DJ’s that’s coming up
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| And keep it coming, homie, keep it coming
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| That’s what we call the don’t-give-a-fuck style
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| That’s the dope shit right there
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| If you forgot my name, or my style
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| Warned this a few times, you figure it out
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| If you forgot my name, or my style
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| Rewind this a few times, you figure it out
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| Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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| Fuck with me
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| Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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| Down my niggas surprised
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| Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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| Duck duck duck, who’s the man?
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| Whatever made you think I never bow down?
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| I’m going back to scratching, rapping, clapping
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| Got you realizing that Beat Junkies the sound
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| So since he came into town, you know he’s shutting it down
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| And all the people can’t get enough of his (hey!)
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| Speed it up, slow it down, either way
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| Put the needle on the record and the static sends chills through the body of a
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| real DJ
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| The selector’s dream is to only play the records that they feel and still be
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| paid
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| Add it up, dance floors packed, plus armed if they want to come clash with us
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| DJ Babu, Dilated, world famous Beat Junkies crew, now catch the rush |