K-Rino - DJ DJ lyrics

Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that DJ Superfly over there
Man? He work up at the radio station huh?
Man, I know he'll show some love, man
I'ma go and take my CD over to

Him see if he'll play it, man ha straight up
Ha hey what's up, man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin', man
I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate that if
You just listened to it oh, I'm sorry my bad

DJ DJ hey what's up?
I brought you a copy of my brand new cut
I'm just a young artist tryna mash and grind
Can you put me in the mix so


I can get me some shine
"Don't you see I'm real busy
And I'm pressed for time
Just leave it on my desk and
If I get some time
Then it's possible I could play
It down the line or it could be tomorrow if
You give me the sign"
A sign? "yeah fool a dollar sign
Ten to twenty thousand would suit me fine
Just leave me a number
No you can't have mine
If you serious I'll hit you
Up tomorrow at nine"
Man I just got through telling
You I got no ends
If I had that kind of bread
I wouldn't need your spins
Now I see how the game go it's all about mail
Let me get out this building before
I end up in jail

I go, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have
To bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when
I gave you my song now I've got to bring the
Bloodshed straight to your dome
Come on, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to
Get thrown in the mix

I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see me
Got my single in the pocket
Of my warm-up pants
Cause, I'm knowing it could blow up
If they give me a chance
I said DJ DJ how you been?
I'm just a young rap cat tryna win
You don't even have to play it
When the club is live
It can be the last song at 1: 55
He said, "Look
Let me tell you what you need to do
You get the radio to play it
And I'll play it too" i said, Nah man
What you saying can't be true
The dude at the radio station sent me to you
And anyway if you a real jock, break the song
Just play it
If it's trash then I'll leave you alone
But, if the people start jamming to
It show me some love
Before we drag your hating ass
Out of this club, c'mon

DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have
To bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when
I gave you my song now I've got to bring the
Bloodshed straight to your dome
Yeah, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to
Get thrown in the mix

DJ DJ, wow what's this?
I tried to be professional but now I'm pissed
I really really wish you would
Have told the truth
Now there's twenty five goons in the DJ booth
Now you wanna talk and negotiate
If you a real DJ then you supposed to break
Being arrogant and stuck up was your mistake
When they approach you
You just turn your nose up and hate
Put my song on right now, don't start a hope
Cause ain't nobody gonna help you
You can call the Pope
Matter fact, play 'Rich Girl' by Hall & Oates
If you ain't got it
We gonna stomp you in front
Of all these folks
DJ's and club radios spinning these tracks
With a Synergy Mac and sucking
Up to industry cats
Politics and fake DJs, you know it's deceit
Payola ain't cheap
The real radio is the streets

Come on, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have
To bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when
I gave you my song now I've got to bring the
Bloodshed straight to your dome
Tell 'em, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to
Get thrown in the mix

Aye, we sendin' out a world
Wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin' these
DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds
Wanna be disc jocks around the world
That ain't showin' love to the streets
This goes out to all these
Fake magazine and newspaper writers
This goes out to all the club DJs
Who ain't showin' love to the hood
To the young cats tryna get on
Your day is coming, your time is short ha ha
Believe what I'm saying the streets is angry