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letra de part-time mc - dj i-dee

[chorus: dj i-dee]
i-dee, 1-2-3
part time emcees to the disc jockey
m-i-a to d.c. go what? the dmv
where you from, where you at?
regardless, i can’t rap
but you know what? i know i’m whack

[verse 1: dj i-dee]
at least i’m not annoying… aight bet!
yo dawgs, check my music on the mysp-ce friend request!
write a rhyme so hard dude, especially this time around
bar eight, alvarez, let me slow it down
catch me in the hilton, palm beach with mr. milton
smoke cigarettes while his grandmother be tiltin
hip-hop is way too serious, so let me tell you why i’m here
the elements are saturated in the utmost form of cheer
illest spic on the block, but no i don’t cook raps
don’t disrespect me dude, save that for lou dobbs’ racist -ss!
but yo i’m not right, tell ’em i-dee is some crack
i’ll be laughin at you emcees cause you’ll never comprehend
“the scratch!”

[chorus: dj i-dee]
i-dee, 1-2-3
part time emcees to the disc jockey
m-i-a to d.c. go what? the dmv
where you from, where you at?
regardless, i can’t rap
but you know what? i know i’m whack

[verse 2: eli porter]
yo, see, it’s yo’ boy e-dollar
walk in the club and the girls they holla
young eezy baby, tell me where ya been
i’ve been up on the block collectin dem dividends
yeah! they said a n-gga couldn’t rhyme
like [?] my homeboys say we on time
so we gotta get it, no no stoppin
like bunny ears n-gga i’m never floppin
yup dat bwoi, you better pay attention
walk in the club and my name they mention
young eezy baby, n-gga i’m the truth
beat it up every time i step in the booth
god d-mn! (i’m hot) god d-mn i’m hot
and n-ggas hatin on me just because they not (they not)
they like eezy baby won’t you give me a shot?
like a stop sign ‘cept i’m not gon’ stop

[chorus: dj i-dee]
i-dee, 1-2-3
part time emcees to the disc jockey
m-i-a to d.c. go what? the dmv
where you from, where you at?
regardless, i can’t rap
but you know what? i know i’m whack

[verse 3: dj i-dee]
top o’ the mornin to ya! verse tree
i-dee back, pint of guinness with me, lemme stop
dead in the middle of a griddle little did he know the skittles
is what made perry kittles the worst basketball player ever!
oh my god, i didn’t think i could pull that off
i just feel like i jumped off a cliff… not!
let’s just go to court and show they know how we rock
isaac delima’s for the people so we can party non-stop!

[chorus: dj i-dee]
i-dee, 1-2-3
part time emcees to the disc jockey
m-i-a to d.c. go what? the dmv
where you from, where you at?
regardless, i can’t rap
but you know what? i know i’m whack

[dj i-dee]
“or do i?” (no) “ah ha ha ha ha ha!”

- dj i dee

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