Yeah Yeah Class Heat I'm the sh*t Yeah Baltimore Club Music Yeah I'm The sh*t I got them diamonds on my neck Got patrone in my cup If you wanna come
this and baltiore club music and I was like I must have been in the room when you made this song cause it's about me man [Verse 1: DJ Class] I got these
I'm the shit, I'm fresher than this beat Dj class in this bitch, Mr. West in this bitch, we done told you motherfuckas now you know this shit Dj class
get on the stand I just go get Johnny B the right-hand man And watch 'em jet, when the Akshun takes a stand I'm on the set in other words, I'm in effect
wanted to win, Yes Marley took the test To become a DJ, We cut the music, went a somethin' this way He cut the music with so much class, The Sucker DJ
dancin', ooh, ooh Yo, go whereyalike Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class Let
like some sex on a friday night But then again nothing like some sex any night After that gotta go got appointments girl I'm a doctor, I got other
fuckin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit Biggety buttah shit
and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's I
feel out there? Ahh Yeah, Aight Aight check this out 1 2 3 In the place to be As it is plane to see He is DJ Run and I am DMC Funky fresh from 1983 DJ
ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle
a dream made it the greatest and the latest now we fresh on the scene got the sample for the kids wont you ever grow up went to drexel and had classes
up and match my cash Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass The others
's my butt you're kissin' Because I desire Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a career Others try to
This girl was so fine, much more than two guns I had to pump my brakes man she Looked like no other kind, you can see in your mind I had to take this
nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to You thought I couldn't get you but I already had you I know you heard my dj, is he good or what? Keith cooley is a killer, your dj
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice Where you can find me and mines, Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat
a No. 2 pencil Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer In my own class, operation
