Lyrics:
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
The Fresh Prince ]
People often ask me everytime I emcee
Why do I brag so much about my disc jockey?
Well, the reason that I brag and I boast the most
Is
dish-jockey!
Ay Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey, a fast one
Uh ha yeah
Wow, ay Jeff Jeff, give em one of them fresh ones
A fresh one Jeffrey
No music, no music
Woo,
chokin? the jockey on my Polo
CB let ?em know though
We make the world go ?round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We make the world go ?round
Tell
Get to getting all fireball frisky, you a hot little jockey
Nothing rocks me like you rocking me on a big buzz
Picking off them floaters from
on your lap
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap
Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot.
Or boxing, or hockey,
Or Einstein's nemesis
I could have been a derby jockey
But it's all come down to this
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What
me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you
Brooklyn, and we don't quit
It’s like this yo, and we don’t stop
Jay-Z, Rock Jockey, check it:
I get deep and dark like ditches
But when I rap, I
bad bitches)
Lurk all over and through you baby
Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team
We’re all bad bitches we’re all bad bitches
We’re
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
Well I'm-a write a little letter
I'm gonna mail it to my local D.J.
Yeah and it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over
of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you
the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found an eye witness
But his breath wreaked of chitlins
All I know is his breath did pound
Buddy forget it, just
you in trouble Sean Paul bwoy, what you do?
SP:
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
O:
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean u play on da radio?
SP:
No man, no
O:
What
and the whole Compton posse.
Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E...
with more...radio]
Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
sure ain't from here
They call him a camel jockey instead of his name
No, this is for the ones who stand their ground
When the lines in the sand get
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean you play on da radio?
No man, no
What station you play?
No, I'm a artis
Artist, a you
Gonna write a little letter, mail it to my local dj
It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over beethoven, I hear it again today
Marshall One
And Corpral Tan, Mikey Slim, and Megga Man, Sleepy Wonder,
Floydie Wonder, GT, Pac Man, Mikey Jarrett, K-C Jockey and Bubbo
General, Sami
Underneath the glass on the dresser drawer
Ticket stubs and photographs, never any more
And in the puddles on the lawns a tiny jockey stands
But
sube
Óyeme disc jockey no bajes el
Volumen
Ese coro
Se apagan las luces
Dame una cerveza que quiero
Beber
Dame una cerveza que yo
Quiero beber
Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ
Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven I gotta
Seh she really come ova cause I'm home alone
Mi a ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone
Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone
She start play sweet
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