Record Jock

Record Jock

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 ]