| I walked into the party with no invite
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| Which one of these hoes am i fuckin tonight?
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| This ain’t my block and ain’t my click
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| But i’m up in here and ain’t scare of shit
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| Then i heard a cut. |
| (who the new dude?)
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| The dj tryna play me rude
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| I say «what they call you?»
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| (i'm dj clay the baddeset dj alive today peep…)
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| I had to back up and scoop my wig off the floor
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| It practically blew out the door
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| I brushed myself off and walked back up to 'em
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| That’s pretty good shit ya doing but (what?)
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| I’m thinkin i’m a little bit better (oh yeah?)
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| Some folks call me the neck shredder
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| Cuz i cuts a lot too, so why don’t you scoot down
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| (what's your name?) shaggy the clown
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| Dj clay woke up and asked what happened
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| «you just witnessed this here scratchin»
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| Everybody gathered around the turntables
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| Hatchetman hangin off our cables, he said
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| (you and me one more time, right now)
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| I said, «sure thing but i’ll tell you how
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| You drop the rhythm and i’ll drop the beat
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| We’ll let them feel the underground moving under the street come on!" |