Dana Dane  Never gonna let you fade away, away  Dana Dane  Never gonna let you fade away, away  Dana...    [ INTRO ]  Full-circle, 360 degrees Dane  My style will live forever, my fame will be maintained  Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that  But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat  So gather round and listen to my non-fiction  The picture will come clearer than a Sony television  This ain't about dissin, this is all fact  Women on my nuts cause my vocals makin cash    [ CHORUS ]  (The Rapper Dana Dane, what time is it?)  She's on the record's jock, she doesn't love me  (The Great Dana Dane, what time is it?)  She's just stressin my fame and my money    [ VERSE 1 ]  I'm bustin this one for Bridget, the hoe  I met at the Emmaco pumpin the petrol into her five point o  I wanted her because she looked like Janet Jackson  Caramel complexion, sportin sexy fashion  "Hello, how you're doin?" I said, "they call me Dane"  "I could learn to love your flavor, hon, hey, what's your name?"  She had nothin for me, totally ignored me  High-sided, took it like she never saw me - cool  So I tried again: "What up! How you're feelin?"  Was a hot and humid day, but I felt a cold chill  I figured, let me step before I have to diss her  That's when I overheard her girlfriend try to whisper  (Oh, I know him from somehwere - oh, that's Dana Dane!  I saw him last week, he performed on _Soul Train_)  Now honey flipped the script like Sybill  "You're not the Rapper Dana Dane with fame, is you?  Ooh, I like your records, ooh, you're the man  Ooh, you're so fine, I'm your number one fan"  Now she knows that I'm the Dane, all of a sudden I'm accepted  Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 2 ]  Next I peeped this honey at the bar scopin the Dane hard  Loud, money proud, yo, I knew her hoe card  Native New Yorker, Brooklyn fast-talker  Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker  She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash  She passin me hints like she wanna give me the ass  I avoided her because I knew her man Pedro  She said (Dana, fuck him, let's talk about your stage show!)  You ??? well, there ain't no brother brother  Hands on my pants, woulda yoked it if I let her  She was gettin tippsy, dancin like a gypsy  Seen her before, but never knew she was this frisky  Tried to break lips, but she wasn't tryin to have it  Playin me close like ??? metal to a magnet  Then she shouted: "Dane, I can't wait to get you naked!"  Ridin on my nuts cause I'm pumpin out hit records    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 3 ]  Now last but not least, let me tell you 'bout Judy  Baaya with the tattas, booya with the booty  A cutie with a juicy fat coochie  Felt it was my duty to make her sing like Suzy  ??? 'Cha-ya-ya-ya...' - recall the flavor?  >From the first album that the Dane ever gave ya  Anyway, no more delay, she was a hard nut to crack  Kicked the rap like a mack, but she wouldn't give me jack  But still she's in my grill everytime that she sees me  Askin (When you're comin with that new fat release?)  Well, I seen her 'bout a weak about, I told her 'bout a week or so  "Wouldn't you like to be in Dana Dane's video?"  Now she started clickin, dissed her in addition  Comin to my crib for the private audition  Again the same game, just a different scenario  Ridin on my nuts to play a part in my video  Must be the music  That's makin her flip  Must be the music  Must be the music    [ CHORUS ]