M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy (a.k.a Real McCoy) is a German music group best k… Read Full Bio ↴M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy (a.k.a Real McCoy) is a German music group best known for the '90s pop hits "Another Night", "Automatic Lover (Call for Love)", "Run Away," "Love & Devotion", "Come and Get Your Love", "One More Time" and the hit album Another Night. The music production team responsible for the group's success, Juergen Wind (J. Wind) and Frank Hassas (Quickmix), wrote and produced each of the group's hit singles and hit album between 1993 and 1995. During the early stages of the group's European success in 1993, German rapper Olaf Jeglitza (O-Jay) and American singer Patricia Petersen (Patsy) fronted the act as a rapper-singer duo. By 1994, singer Vanessa Mason had joined the group as the third member of the live act. At the height of the group's worldwide crossover success in 1995, Jeglitza, Petersen and Mason were officially marketed as a trio act under the shortened group name Real McCoy. Many years after the break up of the group, Petersen and Mason were revealed to have not been the real singers of the act. Both women had in fact been miming the vocals of studio singer Karin Kasar for all the group's music videos and live performances. Kasar was also never officially credited for singing vocals for all the group's music releases between 1993 and 1995.
The final Real McCoy album One More Time was released in 1997. Wind produced the album without Hassas' involvement. After Petersen's departure from the group, singer Lisa Cork was recruited into the act by American songwriter/producer Brent Argovitz. Since Kasar was not involved in recording vocals for the album, Cork and Mason sang vocals on the album instead. Jeglitza and Argovitz also worked together as songwriters for the production. The lead single (also titled One More Time) achieved major commercial success in Canada and Australia, but the commercial sales of the album itself worldwide in comparison to Another Night were considered a disappointment. The failure of the album ultimately caused the quick demise of the group's lineup in 1997.
In 1999, an new version of the group's 1990 hit "It's On You" and a new single "Hey Now" was released with an all new group lineup. Both singles failed commercially resulting in the production team permanently breaking up. In the years after the breakup, Jeglitza continued to release new independent singles under the name Real McCoy without Wind or Hassas' involvement.
The final Real McCoy album One More Time was released in 1997. Wind produced the album without Hassas' involvement. After Petersen's departure from the group, singer Lisa Cork was recruited into the act by American songwriter/producer Brent Argovitz. Since Kasar was not involved in recording vocals for the album, Cork and Mason sang vocals on the album instead. Jeglitza and Argovitz also worked together as songwriters for the production. The lead single (also titled One More Time) achieved major commercial success in Canada and Australia, but the commercial sales of the album itself worldwide in comparison to Another Night were considered a disappointment. The failure of the album ultimately caused the quick demise of the group's lineup in 1997.
In 1999, an new version of the group's 1990 hit "It's On You" and a new single "Hey Now" was released with an all new group lineup. Both singles failed commercially resulting in the production team permanently breaking up. In the years after the breakup, Jeglitza continued to release new independent singles under the name Real McCoy without Wind or Hassas' involvement.
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M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy Lyrics
I can get them packs in, just give me a dolly
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Mr. Put it on, yeah, you know I'm trending topic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Solid, solid, gotta keep it solid
Showing fake love nigga, I ain't even buyin' it
If the deals ain't bout the Mill's nigga, I ain't even signin' it
Aeen never trippin', I just land in a different climates
I can take a broke bitch, and put her in some highends
I ain't ridin' with the work, motherfucker, cause it fly in
FYB the Mob, like a shoe you know we tied in it
Ridin' black truck, no Joe, no Biden, (presidential)
I can get them packs in, just give me a dolly
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Mr. Put it on, yeah, you know I'm trending topic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Feelin' like Weezy, baby, pass me the lighter
You know that I'm the one, so I had to one night her
These niggas ain't gangsta, get to singin' American Idol
I'm trill to the game, man, I put it on the bible
Came from the bottom, I always knew I'd make it outta
The fam proud of me, and I ain't even rockin' Prada
I'm mixin' different exotic, yeah, I'm smokin' Rasta pasta
I be in the hood like a engine with the shottas
I just met the plug, then I pulled off in the Charger
Told her, dick ain't free, so you know I had to charge her
I'm good in every hood, like my last name, Rogers
I be in the hills up in L.A. like a Dodger
I can get them packs in, just give me a dolly
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Mr. Put it on, yeah, you know I'm trending topic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Solid, solid, gotta keep it solid
Showing fake love nigga, I ain't even buyin' it
If the deals ain't bout the Mill's nigga, I ain't even signin' it
Aeen never trippin', I just land in a different climates
I can take a broke bitch, and put her in some highends
I ain't ridin' with the work, motherfucker, cause it fly in
FYB the Mob, like a shoe you know we tied in it
Ridin' black truck, no Joe, no Biden, (presidential)
I can get them packs in, just give me a dolly
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Mr. Put it on, yeah, you know I'm trending topic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Feelin' like Weezy, baby, pass me the lighter
You know that I'm the one, so I had to one night her
These niggas ain't gangsta, get to singin' American Idol
I'm trill to the game, man, I put it on the bible
Came from the bottom, I always knew I'd make it outta
The fam proud of me, and I ain't even rockin' Prada
I'm mixin' different exotic, yeah, I'm smokin' Rasta pasta
I be in the hood like a engine with the shottas
I just met the plug, then I pulled off in the Charger
Told her, dick ain't free, so you know I had to charge her
I'm good in every hood, like my last name, Rogers
I be in the hills up in L.A. like a Dodger
I can get them packs in, just give me a dolly
Swappin' bitches in and out, bitches think I'm toxic
Rollin' up exotic, got it loud like it's crowded
Niggas, hate'n when aeen around
When they see me, I doubt it
Foot on the pedal, I been puttin' mileage
I've been gettin' cheese, baby, no cottage
The Sig burn burn degrees, And I ain't even finish college
But shawty want the D, she can't even go without it
I can tell she naughty, shawty ride it, hydraulic
Mr. Put it on, yeah, you know I'm trending topic
Smokin' on the exotic, bout to take off like a rocket
VS one diamonds, got me hittin' like I'm Rocky
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Missing Link Music
Written by: CARLTON LANCE JONES, DANIEL DOBLES, DANIELLE BAYLOR, JEROME BAYLOR
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