Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.J. D.J., artist - Transplants. Date of issue: 30.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D.J. D.J. |
| Nobody move |
| Nobody get hurt, they said |
| Make one wrong move, man |
| You’ll wake up dead |
| I exercise my lyrical style instead |
| All the while; |
| you’re dead, and gone, and forgotten |
| I said, awh — are they gonna come back for you? |
| Naw. |
| Ah, the story’s sorry, but true |
| Lord, if you really want him to go |
| No. Oh you’re so goddamn cold |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| Yeah |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| Yeah |
| (Watch me now) |
| You got your ear to the street, then this Bud’s for you |
| You got my name in your mouth, then this slug’s for you |
| Shotgun, fast lane, on the highway to hell |
| Sherm sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells |
| Just tryna have somethin |
| And you sit back and laugh |
| I’mma grab somethin |
| I’mma get in that ass |
| We came too far now, no way we’ll get fucked |
| Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I’mma stop |
| We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk |
| Around the world with the Rancid Punx |
| This is for the misfits, the freaks, and the runts |
| Fuck the motherfuckin backstabbin cunts |
| Ride’s gettin rough, so I know I better buckle |
| P-U-N-X tattooed on my knuckles |
| Hey man, you keep the shackles |
| Cause I am free |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| Yeah |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| (Watch me now) |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| Yeah |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| I heard you’re losing your mind |
| Shit, I been lost mine |
| But I still stay focused, through good and bad times |
| Compare your worst fuckin day to my best fuckin night |
| Bet my last red cent that you couldn’t stand the sight |
| From loss of loved ones, to life of drug funds |
| They counted me out, from what? |
| I’m not done |
| Gimme a chance to shine, and I’mma blind the world |
| Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| Yeah |
| We’re gonna make it on our own |
| We don’t need anyone |
| Lord knows we don’t need you |
| (Watch me now) |