Come on, BCC, come on, MFC, come on, BCC Come on, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie,
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(feat. Boot Camp Clik) [Rock] Come on (BCC) Come on (MFC) Come on (BCC) Come on (YEAH!) Aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs
: (feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams
Come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin?, come on, come on Stop playin
seats at playoff time, You Feel Me? [Paul Cain (PAUL) (DJ Clue):] Chea ( Yea Yea) Hey Yo Fab I got these Niggaz (Come On!) This shit don't stop until
on the first Doin the bump drivin a Lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops [Repeat Chorus] [DJ Clue
talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it all baby
: [DJ Clue] Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on [Fabolous] NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!? [Verse 1] I hoop with
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my
9 and DJ Clue I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do..unnh... *kiss noise* [DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! *echoes
2 - the version here appears in the video, and on a DJ Clue mixtape [Intro] (Ladies) Oh yeah mutha fucka that's that shit Oh come on [Nas] Ladies make
: (feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy) [Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking] [DJ Clue] William nigga Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how
penalty,and I'm servin' a Death wish, so come on, step to this Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, You come
fool I got my tools Don't get the rules It's up to you What will you do Here comes the rat Here comes the tat Hit 'em with bats Chop off they ass Blow
body bitch That i will chop to pieces No fuckin' clue to da 5.0 click No fuckin' witnesses an... They only saw da mask of jason that i had on my face
Bitch Tryn Get Her To Come Here They Can't Do It How I Do It, Had A Chance And He Blew It I Can Dj Screw It Or Dj Clue It I Can Ak-Slay It, Make Whoo
