Lyrics:
Call me The Professional, DJ Clue You never jockeyed a disc? You ain't a DJ It's all a game shit is stuck on replay Back to the Genesis told her no pre-k
running harder Than a jockeyed thoroughbred Hands on the wheel Just tryin to keep a grip Thought I could keep it in line Couldn't wrestle down the time I
chance to light For two years, around the Feast of St. Francis I could safely cross over and gaze As she tended to the needs of the masses While I jockeyed
fast, the price is high for the boy's gas She comes around, and she says, gracias For the show, they jockeyed us Still rockin' Ed Hardy, yeah Change
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