You Ain't No Dj Lyrics - Sir Lucious Left Foot... The Son Of Chico Dusty - Big Boi

[Big Boi] 

Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*] 

("Greetings...") 

I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare 

any rapper that take it there with this playa here 

Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your peer 

Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year) 

Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good 

I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood 

Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed 

by the lack of class, sat in the back of class 

but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, you're like the caboose 

And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF! 

Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping 

while I'm beating down yo' street up in that green thing 

Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows 

Gathering artillery for the battle 

Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand 

Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass 

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[Chorus 2X: Big Boi] 

Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fuckin mixtapes 

Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] 

Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay 

There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go 

[Yelawolf] 

Yeah, my momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream 

(Dream dream dream dream dream) 

And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed 

So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey) 

Hard white, I, trickle nickel bags 

Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue lips 

On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick 

8-0-8 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch! 

Ain't nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit 

I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with 

Sofa, any one of you wanna get to' up? 

I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, close up 

Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!) 

Dogs are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!) 

30 at 6, momma don't gotta load up 

Cause I'm from the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola 

Hold up! 

[Chorus] 

[Yelawolf] 

Yeah, and, I 

party in poverty with people like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?" 

I bet you can't hitch that semi up to this tow truck 

Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards 

Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an Impala 

Roll with pimp scholars, +ATLiens+ 

A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again 

Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the scale says heavy 

Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it lately 

[Big Boi] 

(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe 

Tailored alligator souffl?, Escalade all in yo' ladies 

Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth Vader 

Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater 

Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's 

Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops 

Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots 

'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playin in ya slot, boy stop 

[Chorus] 

[Big Boi] 

Where they at? [*repeat 8X*] 

There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go 

Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] 

There they go [*repeat as it fades out*]