Cooley High

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
Suckers 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 kills, no luck— all skill
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!!!!