Rodney O & Joe Cooley - Cooley High lyrics
Give me a ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! [Genreal Jeff Intro] Yo, break it down, so I can clown And tell you about the sound that we found on the ground We picked it up and put it to use And now let's bring it home in gold like the golden goose Ha, ha! Yeah, that's right— we're back The top-notch act, teachin all new jacks The brothers with the knack to come up with the tracks That make you wanna party!! But right quick, and without tricks Yo, give em a taste of the old school mix Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High This song is! Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High [Verse 1: Rodney O] When Joe Cooley's on the cut the others run out of luck Every time he makes a move the crowd gives it up When the vocals come in the crowd screams again We're hittin home runs and we always win We're here to be known and Joe's known to be The king of scratch and mixology A little [left hand, right hand] to take command Can the crowd get loud and make em do it again? Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High This song is! Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High Cooley, Cooley, High [Verse 2: Rodney O] Joe is just like the mob That'll him you get (??) And to you MCs out there none of you'll I'll rob I got the rhymes to exceed, makin money I need Some bite what I write cause I feel a greed But that's no problem I can handle it, I'm multi-talented s**ers stand back I'll eat you up like a sandwich Joe's now here and he's ready to play So make the crowd sway to the style you crave [Scratch solo] [Verse 3: Rodney O] It ain't no thing when Joe scratches it sings To others it may seem that it's just a dream When he cuts he k**s, no luck— all sk** Young ladies show us how you feel [Oooooooooooooooh] That was cool, now show us how You can do it Joe Cooley style [Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooh] Give me a ho! Ho! Give me a ho! Ho! Give me a ho! Ho! Ho! [Verse 4: Rodney O] Teaching DJs a lesson, no fakin or fessin With the flick of his wrist you'll be countin your blessins Sayin: [uno, dos tres, quatro] Come on Joe Cooley with a funky fresh solo [Scratch solo] [Verse 5: Rodney O] He's the king of the cut, the heavyweight of the scratch He's a turntable wizard and no other can match Last name Cooley, first name is Joe And for those that don't know— he's a bonafide pro Can another DJ hang toe to toe? [I don't think so] Do you want some? [I don't think so] Can you get some? [I don't think so] Do you want some? [I don't think so] Can you get some? [I don't think so] [General Jeff outro] Yo, I don't think so either, you know what I'm sayin Rodney O, Joe Cooley in effect boooooooooooooy!!!!