Překlad: DJ Záchytný bod. Třást Ya Bum Bum.
You got to believe me Remember the words Remember the words When you're down on your knees And without a friend Standing afraid at the very end Back
Baby, take me, baby, take me, baby I'm drivin' maybe baby take me... Take it or leave it on a Saturday night If what you see is what you get then gimme
Hey, ja-ja-jaded U got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me So jaded U think that's where it's at But is that where it's Sposta b You'
: Shaquel Shabazz ] Wake up it's time to be noticed I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this Beat to be mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum
what you Want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think
Holy cow! I'm grass hopping like the ?common Billy section? Not the Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ
DJ, ay DJ, ay DJ, play that song for her Ay DJ, ay DJ, ay DJ, play that song for her Ay DJ, ay DJ, ay DJ, play that song for her DJ play that song for
t stop and you don't stop You can't stop and you don't stop Huh! [DJ Muggs scratchin'] [B-Real] You can't stop the bum rush crushin' those bitches I
and still beatin' And we back with the rap that packs the room Black tracks with the rhythm that make you move Can't hush the bum rush, we bust the
grass hopping like the ?common Billy section? Not the Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ
Twan, damn, man That nigga Big got somethin' to say? Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal
m the jam I'm going to kick a little, not a Dr. Suess riddle No cats in hats, fox in some socks But to the DJ jocks, check your clocks Half past what?
say the right way Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire
None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 3] Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers And humdingers, bum
