Lyrics You Ain't No DJ - Album Version (Edited) - Big Boi feat. Yelawolf

Boy, stop!
You ain't no DJ

I double dare, matter of fact, nigga, I double dog dare
Any rapper to take it there with this player here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader, not your peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every year
Like beer and pretzels with the game, I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
Over-stand, ho 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, awoo!
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

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

My momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
And God said look for the burning bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees
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
808 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'ma tattoo, Kodak you, close up
Ain't no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova
Dogs are barking as soon as that trooper roll up
30 aught 6, Momma, don't gotta load up
'Cause I'm from The Varsity, it may be hard to get RC Cola, hold up

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

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 hanging on it lately

Yeah, we stay banging on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator soufflé, 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 SWATs
Campbellton Road closed, roadblock, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
'Fore somebody hit the jackpot playing in your slot, boy, stop

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Yo DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go

Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go

Wassup, Keisha?
Who dis?
You know who it is, the most feared man in comedy
You know who I be. Motherfuckin' Henry, Henry
Henry? What, what you drivin', Henry?
I wouldn't drive, my momma drop me off
I'm the dude havin' the sandals, the "Jesus Walks" sandals
I stand outside of the club
"Jesus Walks" sandals?
Yeah, you know Jesus wore sandals
So I can wear some too with my little linen outfit
You saw me! The baller
I tall ya I gon' make it rain, I got them 31s
You come on over here, I'm gon' make it rain on you
Nigga, make it rain on this tank
What tank?
The tank of gas man, what you got on it?
You ain't never had 30 dollars' worth of gas in your tank!
Fuck you livin'? I live out here in Duluth, gas ain't that damn–
Duluth? Nigga, that's out of the perimeter, mm-hm
You gotta put 50 on at least
I'm so tired of you 404 area code ass hoes, man
Y'all ain't never seen and you gotta move around 285
Get the fuck out of down in that area
Nigga, ain't nothing out of 285 but fuckin' trees
Mm-hm, 50 on the tank
I'll give you 50 dollars, a blunt of kush and I'ma fuck that mohawk off your head
Mm-hm, you can fuck me, give me 50 dollars, and go 'head give me some kush
For 30 dollars, you gon' do the fuck I want you to do!
I'ma make 'em fill up your tank for 30 dollars (30, nigga? You talked 50)
I'm gonna make it rain, bitch, tellin' you
Nah, nah, we stay at 50, how it go down to 30?
Well, okay, it gon' be drizzlin' then, it ain't gon' rains, fuck it
Ay? It gon' be drizzly
Mm-hm, nigga, that ain't participation, mm-hm, no, mm-hm (Runnin')