DJ Kay Slay - sh** Starters lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay - sh** Starters lyrics

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Aiyyo, the DJ Kay Slay the Drama King And I'm rockin with the little homie Danny motherf**in Swain!Producer! Rapper! Actor! Whatever the f** you want him to be, ya heard me? This is the motherf**in "Payback" album For you b**h-a** n***as -- Let's GO! [Agallah] Swainy...Swoopy.. Oh my goodness, they ain't ready for this one man.. Yo, uh, I'm Clark Kent in the booth, I turn to Swoopyman You damn right I f** fans, call me groupie man Propane is the clique, we get it loopy, DAMN! Quiet on the set, action, I'm a movie MAN! Ag the Don and Danny Swain We the new Slick Rick and Daddy Kane, y'all n***as Danity Kane Pa** the champagne, I rep the campaign I rep Propane, we gooed out, butane I'm so insane, trained to rock stadiums They tryna hang with the bars like gymnasiums I tell you cats to hold ya heads like, craniums Bullets can't stop the flow, it's titanium Victory I'm tastin it, paper still chasin it Top 5 I'm erasin 'em, anthrax I'm lacin 'em Presidents I'm takin 'em, ragged up, I'm rakin 'em Whole things I'm breakin 'em, shakedown I'm shakin 'em, CHEA! [DJ Kay Slay] Droppin that back-to-back heat at you lame-a** motherf**ers You already KNOW what time it is Kay Slay, Drama King, Street Sweepers! [Danny!] Thanks Kay Slay...Check it, I only roll with winners (WHAT?!) Never lames (Uh) I keeps a bad b**h (Damn!), I call her Etta James(Hahaha!) She got a fat a** (WHOA!), tats for me Plus the hooker's smart, she do my taxes for me (Here ya go) I keep my friends close, and my enemies closer (Daaamn!) Got them guns tucked, inside my penny loafers (WHAAT?!)Mayne, it's D. Swain on the track Got them goons on speed dial in case y'all n***as wanna scrap (scrap) Don't let the frame fool ya (uh), I bus' a n***a's head (What?!) I do my best to school ya, don't trust a b**h with bread (don't trust a b**h with bread) Cause a ho with money (uh), she'll call the body snatchers (Daaamn!) Put a price on yo' head then throw a party after, uh(WHAT?!) Ladies and gentlemen, O-M-G I know you didn't see this one coming Straight outta Brooklyn, my former boss Your friend and mine, El -- P! {*cheers, screams, and applause*} [El-P] Yo Danny! Yo, I need you to get the cab man And uh, $15 plus tip Happy to meet you (hey), limped here from a shattered town Grew into a firefly, shinin where the shadows frown Where other sinners sin, we limp in unison like cattle prowl I'll legitimately signify how long those ba*tards howl Point out to another man whose morgue had held the haggard down I'll point you out a priest who'd never GREETS to Peter Pan and pals(That's impossible) Wink wink, now that's an automatic party foul Like cleanin out the bar with Bigfoot's tossed off sanitary towels sh**, I'm not crying wolf until the moon is out Duckin silver bullet kids and pull the flesh off grills and strips What a zing, the plate of full clips sip gin and sping Who glutted the wasted man, pull the trigger, click and grin Better have ya floaties on, tighter than a gastric ring I'll drown you and ya super peers, fill the baby pool with tears I'll see you all in hell in flames, I'm chasin city money Cyclone in a summer, ride my dick until you're sittin funny

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