Record Jock Lyrics

Record Jock lyrics

Dana Dane



Never gonna let you fade away, away



Dana Dane



Never gonna let you fade away, away



Dana...







[ INTRO ]



Full-circle, 360 degrees Dane



My style will live forever, my fame will be maintained



Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that



But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat



So gather round and listen to my non-fiction



The picture will come clearer than a Sony television



This ain't about dissin, this is all fact



Women on my nuts cause my vocals makin cash







[ CHORUS ]



	(The Rapper Dana Dane, what time is it?)



	She's on the record's jock, she doesn't love me



	(The Great Dana Dane, what time is it?)



	She's just stressin my fame and my money







[ VERSE 1 ]



I'm bustin this one for Bridget, the hoe



I met at the Emmaco pumpin the petrol into her five point o



I wanted her because she looked like Janet Jackson



Caramel complexion, sportin sexy fashion



"Hello, how you're doin?" I said, "they call me Dane"



"I could learn to love your flavor, hon, hey, what's your name?"



She had nothin for me, totally ignored me



High-sided, took it like she never saw me - cool



So I tried again: "What up! How you're feelin?"



Was a hot and humid day, but I felt a cold chill



I figured, let me step before I have to diss her



That's when I overheard her girlfriend try to whisper



(Oh, I know him from somehwere - oh, that's Dana Dane!



I saw him last week, he performed on _Soul Train_)



Now honey flipped the script like Sybill



"You're not the Rapper Dana Dane with fame, is you?



Ooh, I like your records, ooh, you're the man



Ooh, you're so fine, I'm your number one fan"



Now she knows that I'm the Dane, all of a sudden I'm accepted



Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records







[ CHORUS ]







[ VERSE 2 ]



Next I peeped this honey at the bar scopin the Dane hard



Loud, money proud, yo, I knew her hoe card



Native New Yorker, Brooklyn fast-talker



Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker



She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash



She passin me hints like she wanna give me the ass



I avoided her because I knew her man Pedro



She said (Dana, fuck him, let's talk about your stage show!)



You ??? well, there ain't no brother brother



Hands on my pants, woulda yoked it if I let her



She was gettin tippsy, dancin like a gypsy



Seen her before, but never knew she was this frisky



Tried to break lips, but she wasn't tryin to have it



Playin me close like ??? metal to a magnet



Then she shouted: "Dane, I can't wait to get you naked!"



Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records







[ CHORUS ]







[ VERSE 3 ]



Now last but not least, let me tell you 'bout Judy



Baaya with the tattas, booya with the booty



A cutie with a juicy fat coochie



Felt it was my duty to make her sing like Suzy



??? 'Cha-ya-ya-ya...' - recall the flavor?



>From the first album that the Dane ever gave ya



Anyway, no more delay, she was a hard nut to crack



Kicked the rap like a mack, but she wouldn't give me jack



But still she's in my grill everytime that she sees me



Askin (When you're comin with that new fat release?)



Well, I seen her 'bout a weak about, I told her 'bout a week or so



"Wouldn't you like to be in Dana Dane's video?"



Now she started clickin, dissed her in addition



Comin to my crib for the private audition



Again the same game, just a different scenario



Ridin on my nuts to play a part in my video



Must be the music



That's makin her flip



Must be the music



Must be the music







[ CHORUS ]