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Rhythm 10.0
Melody 10.0
Instruments 10.0
Lyrics 10.0
Vocal 10.0
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Sublime - DJ's Lyrics

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TitleDJ's
ArtistSublime
Album40 Oz. To Freedom (1992) , Track 12 ,
Stand By Your Van (1998) , Track 9
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Song lyrics
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

A little competition comes my way
Badaba
And it always winds up the same
But the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh

All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

Enough DJs come with enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

'Cause there ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh, you better be strapped with your Gat if you wan walk 
with me
I bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rubadub 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

Oh, but there
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh, yeah

Rubadub blender
A newer mixer so
I am one DJ with enough flava
It go
Here I go, here I'm come
Heara the dubbed down DJ
Lord have his grilled cheese
I mean, ah
I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
(Ha, ha, ha, tweakin')
(D*m*)
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, wa, wa

Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh, yeah

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
Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

I won't wait so long, mmm
I said
I won't wait so long for you

Oh, oh, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Ooh, oh
Hard to get so
Much
Mmm, mmm

Stop your messing around
Ahhh
Better think of your future
Ahhh
Time you straighten right out
Ahhh
Or you'll wind up in jail
lyrics submitted by Chelsea Stewart
lyrics corrected on 22-02-2007




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