Lyrics:
with my nuts shaved
It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys
Breakin' so many friggin' needles, I wonder if they inject
Lo and behold, better than
talk about the cars y'all got
You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You
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
On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my Polo
CB, let 'em know though
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangsters
We make
player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha! Ooh...
[Mark:]: Or race horse jockeys. There is no reason why you or your loved ones
talk about the cars y'all got
You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You
dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
I'm the shit,
like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor
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,
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a jumping little record I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven
Gotta hear
Way out in California
Where Stewball was born
All the jockeys in the country
Said he blew there in a storm
You bet on Stewball you might win,
puis quant on fait le métier que tu fais
Hmm, ça n'se fait pas
Tu es disc-jockey mais seulement à l'essai
On n'rigole pas
Va falloir te battre,
Staliśmy z nimi tam pod tym blokiem
Gdzie matki wciąż wołały ich z okien
Przycięli ich jak stary disc jockey
Jak mijasz, idź bokiem, lepiej szybkim
Il a le coeur comme l'amour
Il fait jamais de discours
Il s'est battu comme un chien
Disque Jockey ca n'est pas rien
Il vit dans la musique
no respeta, demasiado coqueta, oye, hasta la vista muñeca
A mi me gusta hacer music elegante de boutique
Cómprate el CD, se botó mi d jockey
Hice
The music vibration is an inspiration
It lifts my spirit any time I hear it
God knows it makes you feel good
Go ahead mister disc jockey
Play that beat
the the the
The party and fun raps
Of Pigby Markam?, Marks Baby?
We can go back to the "Hi De
Hi De Ho" with Cab Calloway
We can go back to the
Radio disc jockey or jocko
elevator operator)
Oh, I coulda been a cute and dashing aviator
Or I coulda been a jockey but it's kind of a bore
No, the job that I have chosen offers
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
were going like a hurricane
That's why I go for that
Rock and roll music
Way down South they gave a jubilee,
The jockey folks they had a jamboree,
rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseas super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive
happened one day
While I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on
When I heard the jockey raving about
A brand new smash
By a kid
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