| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Music is the air I breathe
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| The prayer I leave
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| Rippin’in the atmosphere
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| Up there in the breeze
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| Stronger then the revolution
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| That you wear on your sleeve
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| Its all I know
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| Not an idea you believe
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| I spit bars you can’t touch
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| Like tips in strip bars
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| Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard
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| Hit bars with my brown shook cuz this starred
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| the night just start, I’m waitin'…
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| We all hop in the car deep
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| We bring Brooklyn to the city
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| My fellas lookin’sharp my ladies lookin’pretty
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| When the DJ let the needle drop
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| The beat’ll rock, the beat’ll start
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| Boppin’and my people got it poppin’like needle marks
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| 3 o’clock and it’s mass hysteria
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| I’m about to hit the cafeteria
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| I’m Waitin'…
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y’all)
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y’all)
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| I read the lines and all the between
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| In my mind I’m rewindin’the scene
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| The club ain’t the place to be findin’a queen
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| You all in my dream girl
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| Though I can’t sleep on you no You was a star tonight
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| It like shown through
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| Vampires takin’a bite
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| I’m in the zone too
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| I always end up takin’the flight
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| Makin’a right for the fam
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| So tight in the jam
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| A fight began
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| Always heard bad niggas tryin’to act like a man
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| The DJ had the mic in his hand
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| Like calm down (Waitin'for the DJ to, let your body rock)
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| Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert
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| You at the converse
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| With the Luis Vuitton purse
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| Tiger’s eye around the wrist
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| With the fly and the prints
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| Lookin’up your arm a blender with a tatooed gift
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| I had to catch a plane but you make me warm as day
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| I had to catch your name and I’m waitin'…
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y’all)
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Cuz they let me chasing (?) through the same old song
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| So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound
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| Yeah, hot runnin’the summertime its why I said it Guys see the flesh catch a dyed fetish
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| Hunnies smellin’to sweet its like I’m diabetic
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| On stars and the sky in seminal, dianetic
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| Drop the top beat up the block
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| On plow, now when they smoke a tree up As shots reach the new tunes
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| Dogs who lose Hollerin’at the new move
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| Ours, I’m like the sun, the flower in full bloom
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| When I come out the house we complete like the number 9
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| Gimme some of yours, I’m a give you some of mine
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| Your off the sucka rhyme
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| A song will sound like one of mine
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| I know you love it when I shine, I’m waitin'…
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got
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| Waitin’for the DJ to, let your body rock
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| So I can show you just what I got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waitin' For The DJ , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Quality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп