Go On – B. Reith – letras

Here we go yup, yup, I knowYou ain’t never seen it done like this beforeLong hair, blue eyes yes, yes, I flowYes, I sing plus I bring the lil’ beats that beSizzlin’ man like bacon greaseBack when I had short hair they called me Jason PriestleyBut time passed, I had to matureYou see I’m tryin’ to be the next Ashton KutcherMock my style, I dare get youWatch me pop right out of your stereoI spit more rounds then a merry goI flip more sounds then a karaoke machineB-Team this has been my dreamSince back when Al Green was lean, my schemeMy plot, rise the top as one of the bestI’m tryin’ to be the white Kanye West, you heard me?That was a joke in case you didn’t get itI’m one in a million custom fittedIf you ain’t with it than hit the exitDon’t disrespect this, I’ll leave you breathlessGo on, hey DJ play that funky songThat I like but I can’t recall the nameI think it goes like ‘la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da’By some guy named B. Reith, yeahI think that was his name, play that funky songIt’s messed when they can’t say your name rightB. Reeth, B. Right, naw B. ReithHear the T-H at the end likeThank you for saying it wrong againWhat do I gotta do to get some respect ’round hereStart frontin’ like I’m crazy and throwin’ round chairsWould you quit tellin’ people that I’m from Brown DeerReally man, what you tryin’ to do, kill my career?It’s bad enough they didn’t put my name on the rosterThey’re trying to say that I’m a J.C. Chavez impostorWhat? Where’s my manager? Wait that’s meAt times like these I wish I had a fake IDSo I tell the bouncer, « Hey, where’s the bathroom?It’s an emergency, dude, I’ll be back soon »Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the DJTell him when I cue him, hit play, ready?Go on, hey DJ play that funky songThat I like but I can’t recall the nameI think it goes like ‘la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da’By some guy named B. Reith, yeahI think that was his name, play that funky songPlay that, play, play that funky songHey DJ, please won’t you give me a chanceSo I can drop this beat and make these people danceNow um, one thing is clear they goin’ like what they hear, so umLend me your ear and just watch me get my groove onYou know you’re broke when you sing for freeThinkin’ that you’ll make some money if you bring CD’sShow up, the sound system is soundin’ like garbageMy man where’d you buy this microphone from Target?It’s funny how the same people that mean mug youWill come up to you after the show and try to hug youNo matter how tight you are on the micThere’s always one hater that’s like »He’s alright, I’m better though »It’s sort of sad but I had to laughI thought this girl wanted my autographI said, « Hey how you doin’ what’s your name? » « It’s MargieSorry to bother you but can I borrow that Sharpie? » »What? Don’t you know who I am, girl? » »No, wait, are you that dude from ‘That 70’s Show?' »Shoot, I played it off said, « Yup that’s me » »Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD »Go on, hey DJ play that funky songThat I like but I can’t recall the nameI think it goes like ‘la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da’By some guy named B. Reith, yeahI think that was his name, play that funkyGo on, hey DJ play that funky songThat I like but I can’t recall the nameI think it goes like ‘la, da, da, da, da, da, da, da’By some guy named B. Reith, yeahI think that was his name, play that funky songPlay that, play, play that funky songSong