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
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[ 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
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[ 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
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