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Let's go
I'm the man but I don't need an anchor
You wanna get fly meet me at the hanger
You wanna pop, pop champagne
Boy met the world but I got Topanga
I beat it up like danga, danga, danga
So slick on the track, Paul Anka
What you sour for, you got a canker?
Don't hate I don't need that anger
Put in the air like partridges
Get blown like Nintendo cartridges
And we smoke the whole thing, no portioning
'Cause we came up from orphans to fortunate
Now we're back in your face like cortisone
Buck's blunt the size of a cordless phone
The beat keep's knocking but no one's home
We blow up the stage then tour the showMmm, I bet you like that, huh
Feet up on your chair, you like that, uh

Weed in the air, you like that, uh
Don't stare; we don't like that, nah
Hmm, I bet you like that, huh
Feet up on your chair, you like that, uh
Weed in the air, you like that, uh
Don't stare; we don't like that, nahNo, ha ha, it's just crazy
It's like, it's like rum and coke for my ears
Bellemont style, just smooth
Hi Facebook, ha ha
Take that

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In 1992, with the use of a double cassette recorder and an old turntable DJ Raff began to experiment with sounds, creating music using loops from NWA, Beastie Boys and Public Enemy. With steady dedication, working with various groups from the Chile's emerging hip-hop scene, he becomes one of the most important DJ of the late 90´s. He also begins to Collaborate with a variety of bands of diverse styles of music, where he has applied his multifaceted talent of remixing, scratching and most importantly, producing.

Read more about DJ Raff on Last.fm.


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