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Dj Hype

Kim Osario litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still shady records you better believe the hype

loose in they insides They bleedin' through his guts, The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer space The Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon' take your place over [Hook: Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul] DJ

giggles then we start to get crazy Table dancin', smashin' glasses, it starts to get naughty. Its time to show em' how we do on the floor So while the DJ

One two, one two, one two I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out

In the place to be DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince Ay, Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil' touch of the bass Not a lot, just a lil

", a Gucci queen With gold all over that flowed like a stream I met her in a club on a Saturday night The girl's jeans were tight and I got hype I thought

rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype

One little, two little, three little indians! ("one, one, one, huh-hah!") Here we go (7X) [Run] Begin it, bust it DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n JM, J'n how

get down All those classic breaks are still used today DJ's spin the wheel, go rock a party Hype it up, wipe it out, stop hold and play Calling all who