You Ain't No DJ (feat. Yelawolf)

Boy, stop! You ain't no DJ I double dare, matter of fact, nigga, I double dog dare Any rapper to take it there with this player here Let's be clear, I'm a leader, not your peer Valedictorian of this rap shit every year Like beer and pretzels with the game, I go good I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood? Over-stand, ho 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, awoo! 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 Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes Where they at? Where they at? 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Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go My momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream And God said look for the burning bush, now I turned to weed So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees 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 808 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'ma tattoo, Kodak you, close up Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova Dogs are barking as soon as that trooper roll up 30 aught 6, Momma, don't gotta load up 'Cause I'm from The Varsity, it may be hard to get RC Cola, hold up Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go 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 hanging on it lately Yeah, we stay banging on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe Tailored alligator soufflé, 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 SWATs Campbellton Road closed, roadblock, watch out for the cops Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots 'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playing in your slot, boy, stop Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go There they go, there they go, there they go Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go Wassup, Keisha? Who dis? You know who it is, the most feared man in comedy You know who I be. Motherfuckin' Henry, Henry Henry? What, what you drivin', Henry? I wouldn't drive, my momma drop me off I'm the dude havin' the sandals, the "Jesus Walks" sandals I stand outside of the club "Jesus Walks" sandals? Yeah, you know Jesus wore sandals So I can wear some too with my little linen outfit You saw me! The baller I tall ya I gon' make it rain, I got them 31s You come on over here, I'm gon' make it rain on you Nigga, make it rain on this tank What tank? The tank of gas man, what you got on it? You ain't never had 30 dollars' worth of gas in your tank! Fuck you livin'? I live out here in Duluth, gas ain't that damn– Duluth? Nigga, that's out of the perimeter, mm-hm You gotta put 50 on at least I'm so tired of you 404 area code ass hoes, man Y'all ain't never seen and you gotta move around 285 Get the fuck out of down in that area Nigga, ain't nothing out of 285 but fuckin' trees Mm-hm, 50 on the tank I'll give you 50 dollars, a blunt of kush and I'ma fuck that mohawk off your head Mm-hm, you can fuck me, give me 50 dollars, and go 'head give me some kush For 30 dollars, you gon' do the fuck I want you to do! I'ma make 'em fill up your tank for 30 dollars (30, nigga? You talked 50) I'm gonna make it rain, bitch, tellin' you Nah, nah, we stay at 50, how it go down to 30? Well, okay, it gon' be drizzlin' then, it ain't gon' rains, fuck it Ay? It gon' be drizzly Mm-hm, nigga, that ain't participation, mm-hm, no, mm-hm (Runnin')