You Ain't No DJ lyrics

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(feat. Yelawolf)




[Big Boi]

Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*]

("Greetings...")



I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare

any rapper that take it there with this playa here

Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer

Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year)

Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good

I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood

Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed

by the lack of class, sat in the back of class

but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose

And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!

Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping

while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing

Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows

Gathering artillery for the battle

Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand

Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass



[Chorus 2X: Big Boi]

Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes

Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]

Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay

There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go



[Yelawolf]

Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream

(Dream dream dream dream dream)

And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed

So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)

Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags

Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips

On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick

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8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!

Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit

I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with

Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up?

I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up

Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)

Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)

30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up

Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola

Hold up!



[Chorus]



[Yelawolf]

Yeah, and, I

party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"

I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck

Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards

Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala

Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+

A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again

Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy

Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately



[Big Boi]

(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe

Tailored alligator soufflй, Escalade all in yo' ladies

Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader

Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater

Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's

Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops

Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots

'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop



[Chorus]



[Big Boi]

Where they at? [*repeat 8X*]

There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go

Where they at? [*repeat 7X*]

There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]

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