music that sounds like a dadgum disco Don't call it country unless you can prove it I want something with a swing to it Yes, I said don't call it country
, like I know how So I failed on the DVD, couldn't withdraw any money But I still had to call mum, get the savings and then hurry So to call my mum so
And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound Then you know I'm gonna get down and Eat a Scooby Snack and take disco nap And then I'm shopping
with my leg just b-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man, MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah, oowah is the disco call
gonna bring you up to speed, now check it out Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr.
yuh fi dis mi, I'm the star of the show I'm a movie star and the world done know I'm the king rapper dancehall disco I'm not a groupie, well I?m just
wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Ain't no use in complainin' When you got a job to do Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in And that
about fortune and fame Jump in the game and you expect my life to change I looked up to all the ghetto superstars Shit, I used to trip when they call
keep your eyes on Me, Superman, I fell from the window If I fly high, then why drive a benzo In drive a 'lac, in drive a hummer In drive is something
call y'all {call y'all} Call y'all {call y'all} {last call, for alcohol} Last call y'all {call y'all} Call y'all {call y'all} {last call, for alcohol
peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) Mr. Robert Blundin, rest in peace To the child in the drive-by, rest in peace To the one called stompa, rest
pain Ain't you glad you came? Drinkin' games goin' in the horse stalls Two step under the disco ball Billy Bob's blowin' on his duck call It's a hell
It's me dem call mi Courtney D. What you all fe know say mi a born yardle When mi come around man mi guarantee To nice up the club and nice up the
In the disco light, in the disco light Oh, I walked through the party in the disco light Saturday is calling and I'm feeling alright And I get tired
me like you want to Ooh ooh, I can take it like a pro, you know Move along pro with the backstroke My hormones jumpin' like a disco I be poppin' mess
she called And then she heard the knock upon the door B.J. the D.J. only twenty-four A wreck at ninety miles an hour He'll spin the discs no more
way back from Arkansas Couldn't believe now what they saw Dixie driving with her top on down When the sun come out, she don't waste no time Her and Bill drive