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D.J.'s
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D.J.'s est sorti le 1 juin 1992 par Gasoline Alley dans le cadre de l'album 40oz. to Freedom
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Date de sortie1 juin 1992
LabelGasoline Alley
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM96

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Guitare
Bud Gaugh
Bud Gaugh
Batterie
Eric Wilson
Eric Wilson
Guitare basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bradley Nowell
Bradley Nowell
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Michael Happoldt
Michael Happoldt
Production
Sublime
Sublime
Production
Elephant Levitation Project
Elephant Levitation Project
Production

Paroles

[Intro]
All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
[Verse 1]
A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
But the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Ah, but there ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night
[Verse 2]
Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough DJ's come with enough, enough style
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
[Verse 3]
'Cause there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night
[Verse 4]
Oh, you better be strapped with your gat if you wanna walk with me
I'm bound to come down with the new style
Rockin' rub-a-dub known as Reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
'Cause it just ain't no thing
Oh, I said, it's been a real long time
[Verse 5]
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night
[Verse 6]
Oh yeah, rub-a-dub blender, a new mixer
Go I am one DJ with enough flavor
It go here I go, here I come, here a dubbed down DJ
Lord have his grilled cheese I mean ah, I am Jamaican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag o tweek
And we called him ghost rider
Every time you see them you fulfill your danger
[Verse 7]
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night
[Verse 8]
Oh, oh Dreddy got a job to do
And we might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But ah we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition
[Verse 9]
Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[Verse 10]
I won't wait so long, mm
I said, I won't wait so long for you
Oh, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm, oh, oh
Hard to get so much, mmm, mmm
[Verse 11]
Stop your messing around (Ah-ah, ah)
Better think of your future (Ah-ah, ah)
Time you straighten right out (Ah-ah)
Or you'll wind up in jail
Written by: Bradley Nowell
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