Go On

Here we go yup, yup, I know

You ain't never seen it done like this before

Long hair, blue eyes yes, yes, I flow

Yes, I sing plus I bring the lil' beats that be

Sizzlin' man like bacon grease

Back when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley

But time passed, I had to mature

You see I'm tryin' to be the next Ashton Kutcher

Mock my style, I dare get you

Watch me pop right out of your stereo

I spit more rounds then a merry go

I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine

B-Team this has been my dream

Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme

My plot, rise the top as one of the best

I'm tryin' to be the white Kanye West, you heard me?

That was a joke in case you didn't get it

I'm one in a million custom fitted

If you ain't with it than hit the exit

Don't disrespect this, I'll leave you breathless

Go on, hey DJ play that funky song

That I like but I can't recall the name

I think it goes like 'la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da'

By some guy named B. Reith, yeah

I think that was his name, play that funky song

It's messed when they can't say your name right

B. Reeth, B. Right, naw B. Reith

Hear the T-H at the end like

Thank you for saying it wrong again

What do I gotta do to get some respect 'round here

Start frontin' like I'm crazy and throwin' round chairs

Would you quit tellin' people that I'm from Brown Deer

Really man, what you tryin' to do, kill my career?

It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster

They're trying to say that I'm a J.C. Chavez impostor

What? Where's my manager? Wait that's me

At times like these I wish I had a fake ID

So I tell the bouncer, "Hey, where's the bathroom?

It's an emergency, dude, I'll be back soon"

Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the DJ

Tell him when I cue him, hit play, ready?

Go on, hey DJ play that funky song

That I like but I can't recall the name

I think it goes like 'la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da'

By some guy named B. Reith, yeah

I think that was his name, play that funky song

Play that, play, play that funky song

Hey DJ, please won't you give me a chance

So I can drop this beat and make these people dance

Now um, one thing is clear they goin' like what they hear, so um

Lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on

You know you're broke when you sing for free

Thinkin' that you'll make some money if you bring CD's

Show up, the sound system is soundin' like garbage

My man where'd you buy this microphone from Target?

It's funny how the same people that mean mug you

Will come up to you after the show and try to hug you

No matter how tight you are on the mic

There's always one hater that's like

"He's alright, I'm better though"

It's sort of sad but I had to laugh

I thought this girl wanted my autograph

I said, "Hey how you doin' what's your name?" "It's Margie

Sorry to bother you but can I borrow that Sharpie?"

"What? Don't you know who I am, girl?"

"No, wait, are you that dude from 'That 70's Show?'"

Shoot, I played it off said, "Yup that's me"

"Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD"

Go on, hey DJ play that funky song

That I like but I can't recall the name

I think it goes like 'la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da'

By some guy named B. Reith, yeah

I think that was his name, play that funky

Go on, hey DJ play that funky song

That I like but I can't recall the name

I think it goes like 'la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da'

By some guy named B. Reith, yeah

I think that was his name, play that funky song

Play that, play, play that funky song

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