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Funky Junky (Peter Andre)

Trying to do my own thing
Is very hard to do
Creating style is my thing
Being funky through and through

I've come up with something
That's pretty fly and new
So move your butt on up here
So you can do it too

Move it to the left
And then you move it to the right
I wanna see your body move
I think you've got it right

Do the funky junky
Let's do the funky junky
Do that funky junky baby
Do the funky junky

Every time I get the urge
You'll see my body move
I wanna do the junky
I can't resist the groove

People always see me
And laugh with full content
But then I see them doin' it
they sure ain't heaven sent

I try to show them 'funky'
So that they will understand
They quickly pick it up and move
I think they've got the hang

Do the funky junky
Let's do the funky junky
Do that funky junky baby
Do the funky junky

Bring it down
The PA system throwing vocals
Smooth to hype the funk track
With the LW swing 'n prime riffs
That keep the floor packed an' jumpin'
To a beat that's made for pumpin'
Word, it's a dope track Jack
So let 'em tell you something
About this funky junky Mack
Front 'n the tip of my bozack
With crazy juice
Like Mother Goose were cutting loose
An' here's the pure facts so step back
The beat is straight of funky
A new set that's good to go we got you hooked
Just like a junky

I wanna see your body
I think you oughta show me
I wanna see you move that body baby
From side to side
I think you oughta show me
I am the man to do it
I wanna see you do that funky junky
Then I'll make you mine
Move it to your left
The move it to your right
I wanna see your body move
I think you've got it right

Do the funky junky
Let's do the funky junky
Do that funky junky baby
Do the funky junky

Three Little Birds (Bob Marley)

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! /fadeout/

Johnny Blade (Black Sabbath)

Tortured and twisted, he walks the streets alone
People avoid him, they know the street's his own
Cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild
Mean as a tiger, society's own child

Those who try to burn him pay
You don't do that to Johnny Blade
He's the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny Blade, Johnny Blade

Life has no meaning, and Death's his only friend
Will fate surprise him, where will he meet his end?
He feels so bitter, yes he's so full of hate
To die in the gutter, I guess that's Johnny's fate

Rivals all across the land
He kills them with his knife in hand
He's the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny Blade, Johnny Blade
Johnny Blade, Johnny Blade

Well you know that Johnny's a spider
And his web is the city at night
He's a victim of modern frustration
That's the reason he's so ready to fight

He's the one that should be afraid
What will happen to you, Johnny Blade?

Oh he knows his future's decided
And he ain't gonna change it, no way
He was born to die in the gutter
He'll keep fighting `till the end of his days

Been alone all through his life
His only friend is a switchblade knife
He's the one who should be afraid
What will happen to you, Johnny Blade?

You fool the people
Who's fooling who?
It's time to listen
Who's fool are you?

Push It To The Limit (Necro)

feat. Jamey Jasta

[Necro]
We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins
Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs
Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor
Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor
Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'
Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death
Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections
'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective
Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick **s
We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit

[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta]
Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it

[Necro]
Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords
Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse
We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent
Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went
If I'm wrong you could be dead right
When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website


We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss
Demonic, like when the last day in October hits
You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed
You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead
You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex
You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex
You're not living forever, I'll bet you
How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you
No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid
Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit

[Chorus]

[Necro]
You tremble from the brutality
Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian
cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children
Write your will out to your attorney
After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney
I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped
As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip
Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly
But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly
You're repulsively corrosive
Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives
Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished
Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit

Les Gens Riches (Les Wampas)

Les gens riches ont souvent de l'argent
Les gens riches en font toujours des tonnes
Les gens riches aiment bien le bon vieux temps
Les gens riches aiment bien les Washington
Pas mooooi!

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Go!

Les gens riches font du surf à Bali
Les gens riches font tout mieux que personne
Ils ne comprennent pas pourquoi je crie
Les gens riches aiment bien les Washington
Pas mooooi!

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Come on!

[Instrumental]

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
(x6)

Animal (Francis Cabrel)

Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime
T'as changé tes manières,
Tu prends des allures mondaines,
Tu racontes seulement
Tes voyages en première, en première.
Tu veux qu'elle t'estime,
Tu sors tes plus belles lectures,
T'as vu des centaines de films,
T'expliques d'où viennent
Ces tapis sur le mur, sur le mur.
Et y a une heure où va retentir... le signal.
Tu voudrais qu'elle rêve,
Tu gardes un petit doigt en l'air,
Tu parles de décalages horaires,
Des plages blanches
À l'autre bout de la terre, de la terre.
(ou) Pourquoi pas Venise,
Quand les fontaines s'allument,
En dessous des lumières grises,
On pourrait danser
Sur le bord des lagunes, des lagunes.
Et y a une heure où va retentir... le signal,
Un moment où tu vas t'sentir...
Animal, animal, animal,
Animal, animal.
Celui qui attend sous le déluge,
Qui couche contre la porte,
Celui qui crie, qui hurle
Jusqu'à ce que tu sortes,
Qui t'aime dans la voiture,
Qui court quand tu appelles,
Qui pleure, qui pleure, qui pleure
"Mon Dieu que les femmes sont belles !"
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon Dieu..."
"Que les femmes sont..."
Tu voudrais qu'elle danse,
Qu'il y ait des fleurs partout par terre,
Et dans le grand silence,
Tu te sens capable de marcher sur la mer,
Sur la mer.
Tu voudrais qu'elle t'aime,
Tu sors tes plus belles lectures,
Et t'en oublies certaines,
Comme ces filles à plat posées sur tes murs,
Sur tes murs.
Et y a une heure où va retentir...
Le signal,
Un moment où tu vas t'sentir...
Animal, animal, animal,
Animal, animal.
Animal,
Le signal,
Le signal,
Animal...

Hypocrites (Bob Marley)

Dip for diplomatic;
'Yp for hypocratic;
Dry for dry-land tourist;
Tup for Topper Norris!

See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh! Man, go!

Dem cut - cut - cut against 'em one another;
Cut - cut - cut against 'em one another.
Oh, them teach to love one another;
Oh, them teach to love one another. Man, go!

Dem a rum - come - come wid a gravalicious;
Dem a rum - come - come wid a gravalicious;
Dem a rum-a - come-a - come-a wid a gravalicious;
Dem a rum-a - come - come-a wid a gravalicious.

See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh! Man, go!

Dip-a (for diplomatic);
A 'yp-a (for hypocratic);
Dry - dry - dry (for dry-land tourist);
A tup-pa - tup-pa - tup-pa (for Topper Norris)!

See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh!
See de 'ypocrites, them a-galang deh! Man, go!

Part Time Mutha (2Pac)




(cutting and scratching)
She's a part time
a part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
part time
She's a (part time mutha)

Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
** with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But ** that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
Cuz moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggaz hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha

I gotta live with a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)

I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I wanna tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in
So... now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him **me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha

I got a part time
A part time
A part time
She's a (part time mutha)
Part time
A part time
A part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)

I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinkin that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
Cuz she came back with the kid and yo
I been payin ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no... now I'm a part time mutha

A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I'ma (part time mutha)
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha
Pa-pa-pa-part time
Pa-pa-pa-part time...



Degeneratzia Urmatoare (Rmx) (Parazitii)

Sunt agentul zero, zero, zero
Sti Chelu',Ombladon, Parazitii
Urca-te pe usa sa te bat in cuie
Imi place ca porti gat incat poti sa faci ...
Scutura 4 tigari de tutun
Vreau sa vad rasaritul la Neptun dupa primul fum.
Ti-e frica ca-i trait mult prea multe zile acidulate
N-ai sa mori, din viata scapa cine poate
Accidental m-am accidentat la modul fin
Sport extrem ne place sa ne prabusim
Fetele dau din motoare, cu elementele din dotare
Comit crime
Virusul intitulat hip hop face victime
Am doza, ce daca sunt falit
Imi zic bine lucrat, bine gandit
Noi suntem degeneratia urmatoare

Cand soarele rasare am ochii injectati
Sunt ultimul care mai bea, toti raman blocati
Viata-i mult prea scurta si mai stiu ceva
Frate din viata scapa cine poate (X2)

Nu fi bandita cu banditul
Incearca sa ma imbarligi cu fizicul
Acum un an de zile am marcat teritoriul
Ti-am verificat liftul si am plecat rapid ca familistul
Tot ce am adunat pana acum au fost amenzi
Lasa-le sa curga ...
Pentru viitor mi-am propus cearcane si burta
Nu ma intreba ce fac,
Nu stiu niciodata
Nu arat oricum de parc-as fi baut doar apa plata.
Toti bagabontii rasi in cap
Vretzi sa-i internati la spitalul 9, sectia agitati,
Rupt in intersectie cu ochii injectati
Sunt un fel de Napoleon
Voi degeaba circulati
Femeile dispar cu masinile si cu banii,
Incompetentele raman cu bagabontii
Uite asa va trec degeaba anii

Cand soarele rasare am ochii injectati
Sunt ultimul care mai bea, toti raman blocati
Viata-i mult prea scurta si mai stiu ceva
Frate din viata scapa cine poate (X2)

Freci, freci, living la vida loca
Am o fixatie pa creier dar o tin mereu palmata
Imi place sa cant la 2 corzi odata
Adu-mi un pansament cu eticheta si ceva sa strig,
Alerg dupa femei sa le fut dar nu le prind
Toti bagabontii care-ti rad in fata
O sa afle acum ce am sa zic o viata
Stiti ca nu ne place un pahar uscat la gura
Pe noi ne asculta si politia romana
Spune-mi cum te cheama ca sa-ti zic ce boala ai,
Spune-mi unde mergi, ca sa stiu cui vrei s-o dai.

Cand soarele rasare am ochii injectati
Sunt ultimul care mai bea, toti raman blocati
Viata-i mult prea scurta si mai stiu ceva
Frate din viata scapa cine poate (X2)

La Fleur Aux Dents (Joe Dassin)

J'ai dépensé ma jeunesse comme une poignée de monnaie
J'ai fait un peu de tout, un peu partout, sans savoir rien faire
La fleur aux dents, c'était tout ce que j'avais
Mais je savais bien que toutes les femmes du monde m'attendaient

Il y a des filles dont on rêve
Et celles avec qui l'on dort
Il y a des filles qu'on regrette
Et celles qui laissent des remords
Il y a des filles que l'on aime
Et celles qu'on aurait pu aimer
Puis un jour il y a la femme
Qu'on attendait

J'ai connu des lits de camp bien plus doux qu'un oreiller
Et des festins de roi sur le zinc d'un buffet de gare
J'ai connu bien des gens, je les ai tous bien aimés
Mais dans leur visages au fond je n'ai rien fait que te chercher

Il y a des filles dont on rêve
Et celles avec qui l'on dort
Il y a des filles qu'on regrette
Et celles qui laissent des remords
Il y a des filles que l'on aime
Et celles qu'on aurait pu aimer
Puis un jour il y a la femme
Qu'on attendait

Un jour ici, l'autre là, un jour riche et l'autre pas
J'avais faim de tout voir, de tout savoir, j'avais tellement à faire
A me tromper de chemin tant de fois
J'ai quand même fini par trouver celui qui mène à toi

Il y a des filles dont on rêve
Et celles avec qui l'on dort
Il y a des filles qu'on regrette
Et celles qui laissent des remords
Il y a des filles que l'on aime
Et celles qu'on aurait pu aimer
Puis un jour il y a la femme
Qu'on attendait


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