Post by Public Enemies on Jun 3, 2012 9:43:16 GMT -5
"Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!"
NUMBER ONE SPOT by Ludacris serenades the P.A. Ollie Jay bursts through the shady drapes and races down the embankment en route to the squared circle. OJ drifts to his right high-fiving fans hand-over-hand on his way to the ring apron. Along the way, he stops in-front of the barricade and observes a child in the audience. The kid hops up and down like a Mexican-Jumping Bean before the GHW superstar. The Bulldawg raises an eyebrow, smirking at the youngster. ATL reaches his arms around the back of his neck, lifting the silver chain above his head. He places the chain around the kin's neck and pulls him in close, patting him on the back. OJ drifts to his right high-fiving fans hand-over-hand on his way to the ring apron. The sapphire mid-thigh trunks, knee pads, and glossy leather boots slide onto the canvas from under the bottom the rope with Ollie Jay himself in a flash.
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
"Introducing first, from ATLANTA, GEORGIA, weighing in at 239 pounds..." Ollie Jay rockets up the near turnbuckle flails his arms up into the atmosphere of the great spectacle of the arena. "...OLLIE JAY!" ATL strips off his white tank, wads it up in hand and tosses it into the GHW audience.
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
All-Day Ollie-Jay still stands before the fans on the turnbuckle. A GHW cameraman steadies himself closer to the corner that occupies Ollie Jay. ATL catches sight of the camera and directs him to come in closer. The Bulldawg leans down toward the lens, "Yo, ain't nothin' better!" and points outward to the audience. The Bulldawg hops down from the turnbuckle.
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars
