Lyrics

Alright, next up We got a little DJ, DJ, DJ type mission Take a look at your right hand Right hand, so what? Ho-ho-ho, hold the, the fingers Wait a minute I don't get it I see the fingers moving It doesn't feel like I'm moving They call me Mister They call me Mister... Mister empty sworn master on scratch Yo, what's up? All this tempo, the way he drops Just wanna go 07 around the clock Y'all know the name They-they call me Mister The nice kid only if you know, um You gotta make um, um Or seek some adjustments in your physical makeup Not so more in every, everyday Type of a DJ I got, I-I-I got, I got Most out in the mouth to the sun Bet you- Not so more in every everyday Type of a DJ They ring it on y'all once So you can get done, done, done, done You know faster, stronger, more durable that you ever would Flash Yo, what? Wow, yeah, yeah Double M, H to B I the preacher make Jo-jo-jo joke's on you Jack Im-im-improvements will be a better word (Bonjour) form the scratch proper What you say What you get-get? Get, get Harry I'm wanted of love, it seems to apply this Two to turn tables They have any serious one turn table over? Um, no
Writer(s): Dominic Christian Betmead, Bradford Lawrence Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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