Juggle Me Lyrics - Singles - Defari

[defari] 

Ay man, you call yourself a dj? 

(whassup baby whassup baby? ) 

Ay what's this you got in your hands, cd's? 

(oh fo' sho' baby, stop and go baby) 

Ay you got any records man? 

(nah, no turntables baby, cd's only) 

No turntables? ! 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who never fronted 

I know I can can, like the pointer sisters 

Hot commodity item, like porno pictures 

Use what I choose and don't play to lose 

For people who diss hip-hop, I got a short fuse 

But irregardless what they think, what you want 

Jungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funk 

Raw lyrics spice it up like cayenne 

Never on me or my skills do I be lyin 

But steady fryin your brain with tight beats 

Open your eyes, now you might see 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted 

Runnin 'til the well runs dry 

E-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why 

(that's right) and that means we're infinite 

And when you're infinite -- you're never limited 

And word up, ain't nobody could hold me 

All star in the mix tape league, I average 40 

[chorus: defari] 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who stay blunted 

Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic 

1200's, and dj's who never fronted 

Don't let the enemy get too close 

Strike first, strike hard, then we ou-tro we ghost 

Send the message that we're not to be touched or played with 

Intentional foul is straight flagrant 

Respect me and respect due 

It's all good, we can party down and drink mad brew 

(uh-huh) and just because you had a few 

Took a picture or two, yo you're still not likwit crew 

(uh-uhh) peace to cottonmouth lou 

I'm here to do my do, mr. defari herut 

Rhymes shine like the diamonds from the deepest mines of africa 

I'm like your high tech cameras 

Amazing to all those who watch 

I rock a g-shock watch, half moon, and classic reeboks 

[chorus] 

The golden days, let it rain 

Let the technic 1200 spin, let the music play 

All eyes on the dj 

Aiyyo I stay just west off the four-oh-five freeway 

Feel free, use some leeway (uhh) 

Run this again, make this your instant replay 

We gets down, hot cuts, hot mix 

I wants millions to know about me like chopsticks 

The necessity.. 

.. is that I always keep a new mixtape baby, right next to me 

Or within near proximity 

Cause anywhere I hear hard beats is my vicinity 

Lyrically I do surgery 

You can go to germany, and ask if they heard of me 

And b-boys won't hesitate to commentate 

Blaze overseas and the states with this release date 

[chorus] - 2x 

Aiyy man (yo whassup money? ) 

Ay get up off the ground man (oh man, what happened? ) 

I didn't mean to hit you like that man I'm sorry 

(it's cool though) 

Ay man have you learned a lesson? 

(yeah man, I gotta go back to the lab and learn how to be a real dj) 

Real dj..