Don Johnson Big Band Dey Don't (don't Dey)
Now what the hell was that, nothing but a pelvis slap I slapped your pelvis and I strapped it with a velvet strap Helmet to helmet smack, contact held us back And I might as well distract you all to come and smell this hack Where my comrades and elders at? And would Elvis have been Elvis if his name was Elvis Black? Can we sell this track? And if we split, can they weld us back? Seldom has a beggar been as fat, what a selfish rat He never made an effort, never held his hat Now it's almost like all of my members lack Any strength, and I fell in a tremendous trap Trembling and left with a slender stack Can it can it all be as simple as that It's like a poorly worded sermon or assembling pack A regular struggle, a step with a stumble Why doesn't this soap water make enough bubbles?
Don't dey don't dey don't (3x) Know what's gonna hit 'em (4x)
Well I'mma give you something you can slowly digest Like houses of the holy or a hole in my chest I'm bouncing off the wall, I can only digress "Put him in a box! Put him in a box!" - Yeah we all need our rest Now there's an issue that was poorly addressed And the more we progress with euphoria Pressed into warring our flesh, what a glorious mess Take my word, it's as good as a historians guess I come in peace but in a warrior's dress It's notorious! But before we assess the damage I'll be handing out a phony address I can manage, but I need to let my phobias rest But to totally suppress them in a draconian arrest could leave Them bulging like the chest within the Mona Lisa's dress And the lonelier it gets for me, Thelonius and destiny Might slowly get the best of me Like lessons in napoleonic chess
Don't dey don't dey don't (3x) Know what's gonna hit 'em (4x)
I am not a rapper, I'm a drum, I just happen to speak With a commoner's tongue, and a habit of sleep For someone in slumber as I've been perceived to be I got a numb enough thumb and I love tapping the beat My feet are stubborn when they're slamming the street I got stamina like salmon but I'm stranded upstream An elaborate breed of rabbit supreme, I vanish and flee In a sporadic manner of panic and glee In a labyrinth with a bandwidth of three Megabits per second as the standard of speed A thousand leechers having a stab at ten seeds I'm mad, you can bet that it's as bad as it seems It could happen to you, it could happen to me Acute and incurable mechanic fatigue And to battle these encounters isn't down to simple vandalism How to be profound or listen, power could be found to disbelief
Don't dey don't dey don't (3x) Know what's gonna hit 'em (4x)
Don't dey don't dey don't (3x) Know what's gonna hit 'em (4x)
