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Spin Dat Shit Lyrics - Singles - Kingspade

You know we steppin out trying to find the hottest spot 

Where the girls is all 10's and the party don't stop 

You know the type of place where I can get shitfaced 

Then slap behind the bar and start making the drinks 

Where underground cuts bangin through the speakers 

Walkin in the front door sportin dickies and sneakers 

Hat to the front but its leaning to the side 

Eyes bloodshot red cause you know I'm always high 

You need to hurry up quick you need to hurry up quick (hurry!) 

You need to spin this record everybody's getting tipsy (let's go) 

Dancefloors empty and all the hoes want to dance (I can't dance to that!) 

Keep playin the same song over and over cmon man 

Next time I see you I'm gonna flip you a 12 inch (here you go!) 

I'm gettin tired of the same ole song doin the 2-step (2-step?) 

Come on dog, I mean Mr. super DJ top 40 

Play this underground shit and watch the girls get dirty (so what!) 

 

Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(I said uh) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(uh!) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

Till the amps start to clip 

And yo records start to skip 

(so uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh huh! I said uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh!) Hey DJ play this song 

And watch the club pop to the early morn 

 

D to the dash, sippin on a glass, 

Hat to the side, always laying in the cut (uh) 

Ya'll know wassup, I'm all about a nice butt (beeeattch!) 

Drinks, cash, good grass, some hoes I wanna fuck (ooooh) 

So put this cut on dog and bang it loud 

Ain't DJ's suppose to move the crowd? 

Get the people off the pine cause it's party party time 

Plus I'm all buzzed up and yes im feelin feelin fine (yeeeah!) 

You feelin feelin fine, yo so am I 

I been spittin so much game there's this chick I'm blowin her mind 

Hey yo bar tender (Aye yo bartenda!) let me get another shot (tipsy!) 

Bring one (thaank you!) for the sexy lady next to me whose gettin all hot 

Damn right yaba-daba! that girl that's on fire 

Oh shit! That's the girl from The Flyer 

I know that hoe and her name is wait a minute, 

Aw fuck, can't think must of been too drunk to finish (so what!) 

 

Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(I said uh) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(uh!) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

Till the amps start to clip 

And yo records start to skip 

(so uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh huh! I said uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh!) Hey DJ play this song 

And watch the club pop to the early morn 

 

(aye yo) It's getting hot up in here 

There she go, over there, over where 

Over here, look around, everywhere 

Every corner every pocket 

All the hoes all up on it 

All the hoes always lookin 

All the hoes always jockin (Hoooeees!) 

All the hoes to all the all the hoes 

To all the hoes that never trusted no hoes 

To all the hoes that I see at my show 

Tonight I leave dem hoes and I cant take no mo, HOE 

Oh you didn't know the status steppin in the buildin 

We be gettin jock by every bitches to begin in 

From the first step out my car in the parking lot 

All the way to the front door females non-stop 

And they all bangin harder then a set of 12's 

Plus they by themselves ass is healthy lookin well 

It's gonna be a good night I can smell it in the air 

DJ all you gotta do is spin this cut right here (so what!) 

 

Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(I said uh) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(uh!) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

Till the amps start to clip 

And yo records start to skip 

(so uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh huh! I said uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh!) Hey DJ play this song 

And watch the club pop to the early morn 

(so uh) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(I said uh) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

(uh!) Hey DJ spin dis shit 

Till the amps start to clip 

And yo records start to skip 

(so uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh huh! I said uh) Hey DJ play this song 

(uh!) Hey DJ play this song 

And watch the club pop to the early morn