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Jockin Jay Dee Video (MV)




Performed By: Darko the Super
Language: English




Darko the Super - Jockin Jay Dee Lyrics




Who's house?
It's electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama's
In Atlanta
Southern twang slang bangers
Gangster rap and grunge
My brain soaked up like a sponge
You probably seen me on the Ryker's bus
About to give my life up
In the white chucks
Iced up
Finding out how swift my knife cuts
On the court mic'd up
Malice at the palace
Alice in the foulest smelling apartment building you ever stepped in
Hold your weapons, it's me
The very next phase
Mellow yellow lemonade
Rent is paid and I'm feeling alright
I got methods, flipping records is tight
Vinyl collection could've been on hoarders
We came along way from the tape recorders
Now we're placing orders
Legit brick and mortars
Pork eating demons wanna stop the shine
But I gots to go for mine
I ain't working 9 to 5
I'm working 8 to 6 and loving it
Complaining gives you wrinkles
Soon the stars won't twinkle
The sun'll fall
Guns'll draw
Now you're in a pickle
Selling nickels
Watch the water ripple as it skips across the lake
Jockin Jay Dee and jacking beat tapes

I'm so dope boy fresh
2 dope boys on the Internet
The Ill roots blog era
Looked her up and down said too much mascara
Charles Hamilton black nail polish
Veteran mc's turned novice
No DJ's just usb drives
I never did that in my damn life
They critique me for being too prolific
I'm sorry man I'm just so terrific
Morbid assholes are miserable
Can't believe I paid a ticket for this, you must be a smooth criminal
Getting dissed by the alcoholics and beat nuts
Moved on out cos that whole scene sucks
Catch me back in your city for the redux
Been down on my last 3 bucks
And you never gave a hand
Meanwhile I'm always doing what I can
Fake friends need to pay me what they owe me
It's only right
You ain't gonna turn the venue to fright night
And to that Jackass who called me a fat boy
Take off the goofy chains and kill that noise
You already know
Suburbanite making Philly seem like a joke
You're from bucks county you moron
Rapping in a shed
Don't you ever let my name even pop up in your head
And if it does, then wake up and apologize
Before another junkie honky dies
The funky donkey never lied

I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got an Escalade and you know he stays paid
Still shining in the rain

I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got a Cadillac and all his beats are phat
Chain swinging in the back like that

Sounding like extra percussion
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Who's house?
It's electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama's
In Atlanta
Southern twang slang bangers
Gangster rap and grunge
My brain soaked up like a sponge
You probably seen me on the Ryker's bus
About to give my life up
In the white chucks
Iced up
Finding out how swift my knife cuts
On the court mic'd up
Malice at the palace
Alice in the foulest smelling apartment building you ever stepped in
Hold your weapons, it's me
The very next phase
Mellow yellow lemonade
Rent is paid and I'm feeling alright
I got methods, flipping records is tight
Vinyl collection could've been on hoarders
We came along way from the tape recorders
Now we're placing orders
Legit brick and mortars
Pork eating demons wanna stop the shine
But I gots to go for mine
I ain't working 9 to 5
I'm working 8 to 6 and loving it
Complaining gives you wrinkles
Soon the stars won't twinkle
The sun'll fall
Guns'll draw
Now you're in a pickle
Selling nickels
Watch the water ripple as it skips across the lake
Jockin Jay Dee and jacking beat tapes

I'm so dope boy fresh
2 dope boys on the Internet
The Ill roots blog era
Looked her up and down said too much mascara
Charles Hamilton black nail polish
Veteran mc's turned novice
No DJ's just usb drives
I never did that in my damn life
They critique me for being too prolific
I'm sorry man I'm just so terrific
Morbid assholes are miserable
Can't believe I paid a ticket for this, you must be a smooth criminal
Getting dissed by the alcoholics and beat nuts
Moved on out cos that whole scene sucks
Catch me back in your city for the redux
Been down on my last 3 bucks
And you never gave a hand
Meanwhile I'm always doing what I can
Fake friends need to pay me what they owe me
It's only right
You ain't gonna turn the venue to fright night
And to that Jackass who called me a fat boy
Take off the goofy chains and kill that noise
You already know
Suburbanite making Philly seem like a joke
You're from bucks county you moron
Rapping in a shed
Don't you ever let my name even pop up in your head
And if it does, then wake up and apologize
Before another junkie honky dies
The funky donkey never lied

I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got an Escalade and you know he stays paid
Still shining in the rain

I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got a Cadillac and all his beats are phat
Chain swinging in the back like that

Sounding like extra percussion
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