Waitin’ for the DJ

Lyrics

[Intro: Bilal & Talib Kweli] Waitin' for the DJ to (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC), let your body rock (My man Bilal in the house) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to let your body rock So I can show you just what I got (Party people, woo) [Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Bilal] Music is the air I breathe, the prayer I lead Rippin' in the atmosphere, up there in the breeze It's stronger than the revolution that you wear on your sleeve It's all I know, not an idea you believe I spit bars you can't touch like tits in strip bars Get charged, man, I drop hits that hit hard Hit bars with my brown sugar sister The night just start, I'm waitin' for the DJ to— (Let your body rock) We all hop in the car deep, we bring Brooklyn to the city My fellas lookin' sharp, my ladies is lookin' pretty When the DJ let the needle drop, the beat'll rock beat'll start Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks Three o'clock and it's mass hysteria, 'bout to hit the Cafeteria [Refrain: Bilal & Talib Kweli] Waitin' for the DJ to (Break it down for y'all, and), let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to (Put it down for y'all, and), let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got [Verse 2: Talib Kweli & Bilal] I read the lines and all in-between, in my mind, I'm rewindin' the scene The club ain't the place to be findin' a queen You all in my dream, girl, although I can't sleep on you (No) You was a star tonight, your light's showin' through Vampires takin' a bite I'm in the zone, two hours, end up takin' the flight Makin' it right for the fam It's so tight in the jam, a fight began You always hear about niggas tried to act like a man The DJ had the mic in his hand, like, "Calm down" (Let your body rock) Yeah, it was like I was the audience at your concert You at the converse with a Louis Vuitton purse Tiger's eye around the wrist with the fly and the prints Snakin' up your arm, and blendin' where the tattoo begin I had to catch a plane, but you make me wanna stay I had to catch your name and I'm— [Refrain: Bilal & Talib Kweli] Waitin' for the DJ to let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got (Let me do my thing, let me do my thing, yeah) Waitin' for the DJ to (Put it down for y'all, and), let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got [Bridge: Bilal] 'Cause they ain't intentional, it's still the same old song So just pound your hands together 'til they make that sound Stop that bouncin' heavy 'til my ends is found [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah, hot fun in the summertime, Sly said it Guys see the flesh, they catch a thigh fetish Honeys smellin' too sweet, it's like I'm diabetic More stars and the sky, in the seminar, dianetic Drop the top, beat up the block On Flatbush Ave where they smokin' tree up And shots greet the new tunes Dogs are loose, hollerin' at the new moon for hours I'm like the sun, your flower in full bloom When I come out the house, we complete like the number nine Give me some of yours, I'ma give you some of mine Knew off the sucka rhyme, the song, it sound like one of mine I know you love it when I shine, waitin' for— [Refrain: Bilal & Talib Kweli] Waitin' for the DJ to (Break it down for y'all, and), let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to (Put it down for y'all, and), let your body rock (Come on) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to (Uh), let your body rock (Yeah, yeah) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to (Woo, woo), let your body rock, uh So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to (I wanna rock with you, come on), let your body rock (I wanna rock with you, come on, yeah) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to let your body rock So I can show you just what I got