yeah somethin like a Celtics fan Me and my team came in G4 dozen seaters Just in time, call us the buzzer beaters It's big shot Fab, I spin like vinyl records
give I say don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live I've got a record in my bag you should give it a spin Lift your hands in the air so
a brain if I reach, and get that thang off my seat I'm in love with selling, that's why I ain't winning that much Gas money looking funny, wheels ain't spinning
I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done Till a nigga really wanna, kill myself Nigga shut the fuck up, my record is spinning
you eva play me [verse 1] im tha same cat tho some of yall changed before 106 and park i was stuck in tha grane see these record labels and exzits
from you no) Every night I'm hit I realize that you've gone away (that you've gone away)(away) Lonely ge sick my head start spinning thinking how did
when I get in them Niggas never knew what'd hit em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessin We take
(Intro)like a record spin spin spin spin me yeah spin spin spin spin me yeah spin spin spin spin me yeah (1st verse)i dont need no cd no mp3 dont want
You spin your words like a record in motion, step into the party, step out a commotion, with stars in your eyes, and with fire at your fingertips, burn
no mechanic that can understand what I?m on Chorus: Let?s crank it up Crank it up Till the walls cave in Just crank it up Crank it up Put that record on spin
s no mechanic That can't understand what I'm on [Ashley:] Let's crank it up {crank it up} Until the walls cave in Crank it up {Crank it up} Put the record on spin
no mechanic That can't understand what I'm on [Ashley Tisdale:] Let's crank it up {crank it up} Until the walls cave in Crank it up {Crank it up} Put the record on spin
(Berry) Well gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local D.J. It's a rocking little record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven I gotta
, The place to B-to-let it all out, right when the weekend come, the weekend come, ya'll could come, So tell ya momma and yo poppa come, Come and spin the record
all out But when the weekend come, the weekend come Y'all could come So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come Go to spin the record so we can get
