Lyrics:
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
Attention, passengers
We've now reached our destination
We hope you enjoy the flight and have a nice day
DJ Durel
Pan', yeah
Panoramic (yeah),
I know my favorite records they'll play
It helps me chase all my blues away
When I can hear that dj say that this is station
H.A.P.P.Y.
We plan
Gucci, Gucci, Lui, Lui, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Ja nawijam o tym o czym innym nie wypada
Gucci, Gucci, Lui, Lui, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Naprawdę nie
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
the worst of porcupine
If you tryin to take mine
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no
packed it's a mad house
Catch you slippin' by yourself and get you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' lurk
See that red and blue I'm
I feel lonely, lololololonely
You're the one and only
That makes me feel so blue
I feel lonely, lololololonely
You're the one and only
That
DISCO DISCO (Get This Party Started)
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
Blue Disco
Red Disco
Pink Disco
Disco Disco
Get this party
it up
Bring the roof down and holla
If you tipsy, stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do what ya do
Blew what ya blew
Screw what ya screw
Y'all professional like DJ Clue, pulling on my coat
fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So
the tune
Just echoes under a blood-red moon
The records spin the vinyl's scratched
Memories of a world detached
The DJ whispers of days gone by
Of laughter
I know my favorite records they'll play
It helps me chase all my blues away
When I can hear that dj say that this is station
H.A.P.P.Y.
We plan
it up
Bring the roof down and holla
If you tipsy, stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
livin' free
She gimme head by the sea
Her eyes blue like a sea
Her eyes blue like a sea
(Dreaming about you all day)
(Dreaming about you all day)
(Dreaming
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
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