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Im D-E-F like number 3 on the phoneComing out your stereo or blowin up your head phonesThis track, is guaranteed to make you moveWe Krush Groove, and show improveFrom the front of this place to the back of the roomFrom the window to the wall party till high noonSilver Spoons Call me Ricky SchroederBecause your girl rides my train when she comes overYeah, she loves her some DJ TannerSpecially up inside her pink pantherI did her like, I did her like thatI did her with my waffle ball batSOOO Im Fahrenheit 451 degreesI circle MCsBecause my style flips easier than SUVsBut please, excuse me (because)DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withIm D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHESTell me to warm up a crowd, shit Ill giveem heat rashAnd makeem sweat fast like Mama Cass Running laps in football padsYou dont have to do the mathLetras de cancionesI aint a gangster not even halfBut I talk so much shit when I rapYou can listen to one track And you will need a bathMCs I break fastBecause my rhymes are dirtier than Amy Winehouses VagSo there probably covered with blisters and scabsMore scars than something from Frankensteins labBut Lee Malvo would hit it from the back of his carEven if it was from a 100 + yards (Sorry)Flashbacks to DC Sniper seasonPeople are scared to pump gas, but for a different reasonYou need a politician that you can believe inBut instead you can only find a rapping heathenDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withIm D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHESIm like a kind in a wheelchair I never tripI never slip, like a Sado MasochistIm just looking for a girl to hit, SO,Come on ma, let me hit it from the back,But dont get scurd, I only talk like Im blackAnother white kid from Jersey, trying to make a rapTrying to make a track that will make people reactLike the first time they did a google search for scatAnd this song is for every kid in the suburbs50 cent fans that wannabe hustlerstheir only weapon is a DVD with Danny GloverThat ride around in cars that used to be their mothersWindows down, in the winter and the summerHolding down jobs working at blockbusterDamn, thats the life were livingStone cold pimpin since my circumcisionDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withDJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck withIm D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHES From Letras Mania