Top, top.

Oh, boy.

DJ Spindle!

Oh, she's been there one corner, way down the car.

My call, you see, no proper person sat in the car.

Tell my nigga.

Help me cut that girl out.

Tell her something sweet like sugar.

When I'm with you.

I cannot explain I tell ya when you find I think I'm real, real, real bad I should appreciate your mind I don't want shit

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh, shit, shit.

I want to wear a whip.

You can't even know my style.

We should chill and get together.

You ain't like no other.

Real top shot though.

I just wanna be your lover.

Oh, say, oh, say.

Oh, say, oh, say.

Oh, baby.

You're giving me all my time.

Oh, shit.

I want to get away.

I want to get away.

Ain't giving nobody that.

Oh, say, oh, say, oh, say.

Oh, say, oh, say.

Oh, yeah.

OJ, OJ.

DJ Spinner.