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Dana Dane |
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Never gonna let you fade away, away |
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Dana Dane |
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Never gonna let you fade away, away |
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Dana... |
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[INTRO] |
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Full-circle, 360 degrees Dane |
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My style will live forever, my fame will be maintained |
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Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that |
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So gather round and listen to my non-fiction |
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The picture will come clearer than a Sony television |
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This ain't about dissin, this is all fact |
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Women on my nuts cause my vocals makin cash |
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[CHORUS] |
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(The Rapper Dana Dane, what time is it?) |
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She's on the record's jock, she doesn't love me |
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(The Great Dana Dane, what time is it?) |
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She's just stressin my fame and my money |
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[VERSE 1] |
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I'm bustin this one for Bridget, the hoe |
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I met at the Emmaco pumpin the petrol into her five point o |
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I wanted her because she looked like Janet Jackson |
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Caramel complexion, sportin sexy fashion |
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"Hello, how you're doin?" I said, "they call me Dane" |
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"I could learn to love your flavor, hon, hey, what's your name?" |
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She had nothin for me, totally ignored me |
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High-sided, took it like she never saw me - cool |
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So I tried again: "What up! How you're feelin?" |
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Was a hot and humid day, but I felt a cold chill |
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I figured, let me step before I have to diss her |
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That's when I overheard her girlfriend try to whisper |
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(Oh, I know him from somehwere - oh, that's Dana Dane! |
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I saw him last week, he performed on _Soul Train_) |
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Now honey flipped the script like Sybill |
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"You're not the Rapper Dana Dane with fame, is you? |
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Ooh, I like your records, ooh, you're the man |
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Ooh, you're so fine, I'm your number one fan" |
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Now she knows that I'm the Dane, all of a sudden I'm accepted |
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Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records |
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[CHORUS] |
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[VERSE 2] |
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Next I peeped this honey at the bar scopin the Dane hard |
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Loud, money proud, yo, I knew her hoe card |
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Native New Yorker, Brooklyn fast-talker |
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Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker |
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She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash |
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She passin me hints like she wanna give me the ass |
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I avoided her because I knew her man Pedro |
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She said (Dana, fuck him, let's talk about your stage show!) |
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You ??? well, there ain't no brother brother |
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Hands on my pants, woulda yoked it if I let her |
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She was gettin tippsy, dancin like a gypsy |
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Seen her before, but never knew she was this frisky |
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Tried to break lips, but she wasn't tryin to have it |
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Playin me close like ??? metal to a magnet |
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Then she shouted: "Dane, I can't wait to get you naked!" |
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Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records |
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[CHORUS] |
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[VERSE 3] |
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Now last but not least, let me tell you 'bout Judy |
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Baaya with the tattas, booya with the booty |
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A cutie with a juicy fat coochie |
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Felt it was my duty to make her sing like Suzy |
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??? 'Cha-ya-ya-ya...' - recall the flavor? |
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From the first album that the Dane ever gave ya |
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Anyway, no more delay, she was a hard nut to crack |
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Kicked the rap like a mack, but she wouldn't give me jack |
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But still she's in my grill everytime that she sees me |
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Askin (When you're comin with that new fat release?) |
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Well, I seen her 'bout a weak about, I told her 'bout a week or so |
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"Wouldn't you like to be in Dana Dane's video?" |
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Now she started clickin, dissed her in addition |
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Comin to my crib for the private audition |
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Again the same game, just a different scenario |
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Ridin on my nuts to play a part in my video |
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Must be the music |
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That's makin her flip |
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Must be the music |
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Must be the music |
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[CHORUS] |
