Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, come on, BCC Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie,
Traduction: DJ Clue. Come On.
(feat. Boot Camp Clik) [Rock] Come on (BCC) Come on (MFC) Come on (BCC) Come on (YEAH!) Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs
it [DJ Kane] Oooh wee, I love it when you freaky like that Oooh wee, on tha cool coming through from the back Oooh wee, I love to watch you dance on
(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams
Come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin
checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a Lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops [Repeat Chorus] [DJ Clue
floor seats at playoff time, You Feel Me? [Paul Cain (PAUL) (DJ Clue):] Chea ( Yea Yea) Hey Yo Fab I got these Niggaz (Come On!) This shit don't stop
[DJ Clue] Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on [Fabolous] NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!? [Verse 1] I hoop with the
talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it all baby
one last time; Eastern Empire, DJ Chef, Let's get it... [Chorus:] So lay back in your seat With your feet up on your couch Thanks for coming out It'
Who this dude? He remind me of Too Short cause his mouth is rude, And he so West Coast like Snoop and Cube, But his flow like Jay-Z on the DJ Clue, He
,and I'm servin' a Death wish, so come on, step to this Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, You come
-9 and DJ Clue I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do... unnh... [Kiss noise] [DJ Clue:] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! [echoes
shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my
DJ Clue I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do..unnh... *kiss noise* [DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! *echoes*
is when I murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
