Released on January 1, 1988

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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!!!!