Letra de D.J.S - Sublime
Letra de canci�n de D.J.S de Sublime 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
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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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/d-j-s-sublime.php
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
