Husalah, The Jacka - Shock the Place lyrics
[Husalah, The Jacka - Shock the Place lyrics]
Ah DJ ah DJ
Ah DJ won't you rock the bass?
Ah D-Boy won't you shock the place?
Ah don't stop what you gonna do?
Ah 1, 2 what you gonna do?
Ah don't stop ah don't stop
Hip hop to the beat
Commentatin', illustratin'
This rip shit given hustling' expert
Gotta let my tech jerk when
I mob for my skrilla it's nothin' realer
The most gorgeous nigga
MC of the year, Sucka's will fear
They can't compare, or measure up
Whoever the competitor
He's not better, I'm clever
Like Roy Jones I'm throwin' K-O blows
When I enter the center they say
"Oh yo there he goes"
Should I bring my strap wit me?
It seem like it should be cool but, I don't
Uh oh, uh uh, uh oh, uh oh
I don't play around nor do I F around
And you can tell from the
Bodies that I left around
I can rewind the calendar back
Back to like '93
The East was on some African shit
The West was still blastin' and shit
LA had the most bangin' and shit
The Bay still got the most game in this shit
Yo, since I was a youth I smoked weed out
Stickin' to my fingers and I
Never picked a seed out
When I'm out of states niggas
Might get me confused
Luckily I got my best friend the Uz
Ah 1, 2 what you gonna do?
Funky fresh in the place to be
It's young Hus and the Jack MC
We rockin', So shockin' don't stop
To the beat
Ah DJ won't you rock the bass?
Ah D-Boy won't you shock the place?
Ah don't stop what you gonna do?
Ah 1, 2 what you gonna do?
Ah don't stop ah don't stop
Hip hop to the beat
Commentatin', illustratin'
This rip shit given hustling' expert
Gotta let my tech jerk when
I mob for my skrilla it's nothin' realer
The most gorgeous nigga
MC of the year, Sucka's will fear
They can't compare, or measure up
Whoever the competitor
He's not better, I'm clever
Like Roy Jones I'm throwin' K-O blows
When I enter the center they say
"Oh yo there he goes"
Should I bring my strap wit me?
It seem like it should be cool but, I don't
Uh oh, uh uh, uh oh, uh oh
I don't play around nor do I F around
And you can tell from the
Bodies that I left around
I can rewind the calendar back
Back to like '93
The East was on some African shit
The West was still blastin' and shit
LA had the most bangin' and shit
The Bay still got the most game in this shit
Yo, since I was a youth I smoked weed out
Stickin' to my fingers and I
Never picked a seed out
When I'm out of states niggas
Might get me confused
Luckily I got my best friend the Uz
Ah 1, 2 what you gonna do?
Funky fresh in the place to be
It's young Hus and the Jack MC
We rockin', So shockin' don't stop
To the beat