409
Its time to start the party if yall dont mind
Me and e clean our adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,i dog the bass
Ya wanna hear us rock?
Heres a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip,i dont like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
About 1 a.m.,i always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
Theyre just too easy to write
I doem two at a time
Like doggin the wax and ya dont quit
And if you didnt like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my raps
Cold maxin with two freaks upon my lap
Chillin on the phone,bookin more def shows
An if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin an relaxin like Im at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think its fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
Youre get,get,gettin real stupid
As the beat hits your body get ill!!!
You aint dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl youre dancin with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
R-r-r-rocket like a missile in space
Evil e keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly t.w.a.,pan am,p.s.a
To places close to home,far away
L.a.,new york,detroit,miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockins how I got my fame,ice capital t
Evil es his name
If you cant see whos rockin you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go ice get busy (x2)
Go evil get busy (x2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize treble
Bass be kickin stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight thats right your rhyme opponent
M.c. ice t just microphonin
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an editors splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin
Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin
No way in the world that you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
Im an m.c., evils my dj on sire records not m.c.a.
C.b.s.,capitol,cause they move too slow
Now sire/warner bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves moneys gettin made
A.s.c.a.p. pays me every time its played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede
And the gold around my neck will never fade
Down with my syndicate organized rhyme
Kickin def tempos that I design
And if you cant hearem thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with some 409
I always rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the street
Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I dont speak much,i save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the breaka break of dawn
This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside
I wanna make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight ice t!!who else?
Evils on the cuts,henry gees shot gun
Islams my producer,bambattas son
Bronx style bobs cold watchin my back
Melle mels just layin for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster caz and donald d ,scott la rock
Red alert,chuck chill out
If youre down with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill well get dirty-bring your 409!!
(break)
409......
song performed by by Ice T
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Make It Funky
(make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
Cause my crew dont mess around
(make it funky)
So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(make it funky)
Totally def as evil e guts the records and the beat is kept
(make it funky)
Stupid fly,its got to the f-u-n-k why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the levels a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player
If politics were my kick then Id be your mayor
Governator,senator,Im your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four
Im the microphone scholar,clockin long dollars
Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane Im loco
With the speed to exceed,make other mcs look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat mcs for lunch and dinner,i can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a ph d
This beat is f-u-n-key my name is ice t
Make it funky
Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
Its rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough
If youre dissn stop frontin,come on whats up?
Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs,e.vs got control my bass
My break is comin get busy no time ta waste
Nows the time do body work heres the place
Make it funky
Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
cause Im tossin it up and the ice dont bluff
The girl charmer toy harmer,juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama
Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldnt have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wildnas Im profilin
Limos lined around the block for about a milena half
Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it make it funky is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten
You pray my dj cuts the records so it starts again
cause I can keep the mic cookin for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin I dont know how to bunt
My dj cuts like a laser e-v-i-l-e
Put your finger on the records
Make it,make it funky
Make it funky
song performed by by Ice T
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Im Your Pusher
Yo,its time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the records revolvin
Evils the mixer,Im the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin,yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut anaxe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Dont try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,were succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,Im the big wheel
The dope Im sellin,you dont smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
Im sellin dope in each and every record store
Im the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You dont need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? let the record play
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
I know youre lovin this drugs as its comin out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you dont need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin like I see you doin
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why? ..that aint fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you aint cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you aint,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,its like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
Ill make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
Ill be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t
Im your pusher
Im bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it? ..i dont think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shotem up
Cops foundem in the lake bottom up
I dont play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I dont cleanem up with no ivory soap
I leaveem hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound ive
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
Im your pusher
The cops dont know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin on the boulevard,my tempos hyped and hard
I dont ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it aint potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if youre doin crack,youre on death row
Youre just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope Im sellin is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
Im your pusher
song performed by by Ice T
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Heartbeat
Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
Im on a hype tip,this aint no ego trip
Just rollin thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
Listen and youll envision,this raps metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but its still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
Eq me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeats kickin like a saturday movie
Some say its def,some say its groovy
I say its fly,you know why?
Because its spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the i
The c-e-t.,cold chillin rhyme villain on the m-i-c.
With raps roarin,Im never borin,i keep tourin
My record sales keep soarin and soarin
Ill make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long cause my records sell
My heartbeats kickin like a gun shot
Why not? thats who I made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But Im coolin,Im never foolin,too busy rulin
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin
Leaveem dazed,dogged,served and droolin
By the playin punk slayin mac of microphone duelin
Heartbeat(scratch freestyle)
This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of raps penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,i chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by islam,the cuts by the great e.
My heartbeat is kickin,its kickin louder and louder
Its gettin deffer and deffer,Im feelin prouder and prouder
Not robbin or killin,just mic illin
The phone rings,we made another million
Break out the dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to new york
Hit the l.q. watch red spin,its closed
Brooklyn strikes again
Heartbeat(scratch)
Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you
Boy(fade out)
song performed by by Ice T
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Rhymes
Without a doubt Im comin back and if you dont know
Call me s. i. r. t. double o
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys
Ask em who do they love? and they all say tide
Im just an m.c. rapper and nothin else
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, Im sir too short
Just what youve been lookin for
Like pcp or pure cocaine
Dj universe got you sprung in the game
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
Too short, love the way you that hit
Heres to you, keep rhymin and boy dont quit
I say this is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldnt be like that
cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
Ill keep rappin to the very end
And if you call me fake Ill say so what?
I got you standin and noddin like you just shot up
So boy straightin up Im still rappin
Comin at you fresh. do you know what happened?
Im sayin rhymes messin with your mind
I didnt want your girl cause she really aint fine
I took her to a motel couldve been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they dont stop
Im lookin at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they never stop
I live in california, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every week
Djs who know call me mister short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im too short baby gettin rich
Get on the mic and then say... like left to right
Right to left girl stealin your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
Ill always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
All youre gonna do is wanna rock this beat
Its so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I cant get enough
Im the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
Im that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, thats the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin old too shorts on the microphone
The beats so fresh cant leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with short thats the chance you take
So you better come fresh and dont be fake
All you weak mcs with your weak drum beats
Tellin all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and Ill just keep on makin money
Life is too short I dont stop
Im hooked on money like a junkie on top
I got to make it every day, I wont go broke
Ask me am I rich and Ill say no
Im your homeboy too short back again
Puttin oakland on the map my rap will never end
Id like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For believin in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep em comin
Im on the mic, I wont stop rappin till it comes out right
And when its beatin Ill just say lets roll
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Im like a one man crew, you see I dont need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, mcs rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin to me
Realizin young buck you cant rock that beat
I rap on the mic and youll believe
Nothin aint kickin like the big old c
Its just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not 3 or 4 suckas or a couple of saps
Like born to mack Ill cash a check
Walkin round like a fool livin up to his rep
Ill tell you life aint long
What you waitin for?
Thought you wanted to be like too short?
song performed by by Too Short
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If Ya Gettin Down
Chorus:
If ya gettin down baby
I want it now baby
Come and get it on baby
I want it now baby
If ya gettin down baby
I want it now baby
Move it all around baby
I want it now baby
I wanna take a little time
To refresh your mind
Cos the boyz are back in town
With a different kinda funk
Whos gots da funk?
We gots da funk - right!
Everybody wanna boogie down tonight
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Move em round from side to side
I got what it takes
The beats that brace the funky bass
Ill give your body crazy shakes (come on)
Bridge:
I heard somebody say (what? )
Shes at the party so (huh)
Im gonna get me some (uhhhhhhhhhhhhh).
Chorus
Wiggi wiggi Im gettin jiggi
Open up the door, I got the keys to your city
Youre lookin kinda pretty
Dance till you drop and it dont stop until it goes pop
Dance how you wanna dance
Lets all get down while we got da chance
Ive still got 12 seconds on the clock, thats mine
And I aint gonna stop till the sun dont shine
Line after line
I flow like rhyme after rhyme
Just like time after time.
Keep it up till you feel the heat
And get down once you hear the beat (uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Bridge
Chorus
There aint no problem that we cant fix
Cos we can do it in the mix
Now if your man gives you trouble
Well be there on the double
Guaranteed well be hittin for six (come on, yeah)
I heard somebody say (what? )
Shes at the party so (huh)
Im gonna get me some (uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(chorus until end)
song performed by by Five
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Labor Day (It's Holiday)
when i stepped in the room i bring the heat like the month of june
crank the volume make the bass go boom
wile out like we some wild baboons (oOo oOo)
we go bananas to the toon
i wanna throw bows gimme elbow room
when im out my cacoon im ready to consume
lts hit the saloon cuz...
its aholiday pardon me as i celebrate
and thats the way we do it we get a lil loopy of the ignorant fluid
and act a lil stupid desication didnt do it and thats how we do it dont ask why we do it
thats just the way it be lovin double Ds up in the ad
when i party in hollywood VIP i dont understand thats tle cuz
we party forever n get down together we dont stop n we dont quick
lets get it goin cuz we know we gon celebrate cuz its a holiday
i dont work today or the next 3 days so lets celebrate
cuz its a holiday i dont work today naw pardon me as i celebrate
(oOo oOo)
its time to celebrate serving up beat box on a hot plate like that yall
we on a festive date make it go ape n raise ur heart rate (oOo oOo)
we gon stay out late party till the morning n wake up late
we do it til the day break we gon on n on n on n on n (oOo oOo)
dance to my rhyme i can holla acapelas deaf till ya blind
ur mine baby take ya to the moon for your behind baby
take u to the moon n just recline baby ??
we dont stop girl we dont quit nope we dont quit nope we dont quit
we party forever n get down together we dont stop n we dont quick
lets get it goin cuz we know we gon celebrate cuz its a holiday
i dont work today or the next 3 days so lets celebrate
cuz its a holiday i dont work today naw pardon me as i celebrate
dotn stop it just push it dont stop it just push it
move yo body n push it get naughty n push it
we gon party n push i
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
song performed by by Too Short
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Go Ill
(vanilla ice, david deberry, kim sharp)
Get on up...i walk the beat and walk it with clarity
I wanna make sure alls hearin me
Ducks whos bummin, I found your hide away
Im livin large yall so by the way
Who rocked the crowd and rocks it loud
On the strengths, yall, Im takin bows now
Kickin up lyrics that others wanna rock to
Rock like me, yall this you cant do
The v, the a, the n, the i, the lla yall
Its vanilla
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Hold on girl, let your feet move free
cause you move to the groove of vanilla i-c-e
You come here to rock and let the white boy rap
If you a ho, get off my lap
cause ice stands for bein so cold
Thats a nickname I got for bein so bold
Jerome stands for m.p.a.
My personal assistant, every day
Im not an mc who come here to play
Yo, boy, Im serious, Im goin all the way
Rhymes are clean, theres no need to be ill
And when Im on the mic, I let em all spill
(repeat chorus)
I rock the mic like Im a fanatic
When I see one, I got to have it
Ill whip up a sound thatll burst your eardrum
What you gonna do? dont you play dumb
Busy like kizzy, groovin like rubin
Dont care what you do, just keep movin
Shakin your limbs until they wear thin
I make your butt shake just watch the boy grin
Simple like simon, with ice rhymin
Some mcs fakin it, but Im the diamond
Im the rhyme doctor, always on call
You watch your fries, boy, or Im gonna take yours
(repeat chorus)
Start skeezin and move that hip girl
Get in the mood and dont you quit
Smooth as slime, king rhyme
Rock it boy, cause its a craime
Ill make you scream like youre in between
When Im on the mic, yes Im the king
cause Im hungry as a dog, Ill eat up
My rhymes are runnin, dont interrupt
cause Im a throne overtaker, not and mc faker
I like my coffee, but I cant stand sanka
(repeat chorus)
Produced by david deberry, kim sharp
Published by too sharp music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Mack Attack
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
Im $hort dog, aint nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldnt cut it with ice
>from the eastside baby, oakland town
Cant understand why Im so down?
Im not a whitewall, Im a vogue
Like a zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was everything you wanted cause I cant be weak
Yeah baby thats it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my dj fresh on wax
Put it on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from oakland
$hort dog, its a mack attack
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
When I say my rhymes, Im never fake
When you start my beat, thats when I break
On you, and it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop
Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking
Im not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type walk, just like me
The too s-h-o-r-t
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with p, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember the name
When its too $hort baby, aint nothing plain
Dangerous music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg, or maybe your back
Grooving to hard to my mack attack
Its really not easy, you know its hard
Sort of just like my gangster car
You know what I mean, vern? its like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital t on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while youre out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out sir too $hort (sir too $hort!)
Dont stop that rap (dont stop that rap!)
And its just like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that aint no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 beat
So I can rock you all night long, shes
On my tip, she love my song, he
Tried to do it but did it wrong, freaks
Want to get my all alone, but Im macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
Its a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
Now Im rocking one more time
Young girls love my too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point right at her say ho!
Im riding drop-top caddy, I dont dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
Youre feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white capezio
Had my 501s, five dunkey ropes
Couldnt be saved by john the pope
The m, a, c and k, from oakland, california
Im too $hort baby, no I dont play, Im macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now Im macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
You see my car? its my best friend
So it you touch, youll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Dont play that game, dont be no fool
Ill burn rubber all down your block
You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
Im coming in baby, dont waste no time
Its a mack attack, and now youre mine
Dangerous music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
Youre talking bout love to a stone cold player
Girl look good and wanna have that sex
Took another look and wanted to break that neck
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I know its true
The only thing youll say about playboy too
Is Im macking
song performed by by Too Short
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Rap Song
[wyclef]
Wyclef on guitar.. with the black eyed peas
Here go the rap song, they wanna sing it to yall
[chorus one]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
[verse one]
Youre like a hip-hop song yknow
I wanna be your buddy like de la soul
Let me rock +them+ bells like Im ll
I like you in a kangol and gazelles
Heres a ticket come and see me on my planet rock
Like the daddy kane, I can be your smooth op
But wait-uh every month youre the flavor
I wanna get a scoop - lat-uh!
[chorus two]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (hows that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (hows that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
[verse two]
She was the, public enemy #1
She was my, mona lisa when we first begun
She got me, jump-in around like everlast
Singin a, rap life with help from tash
She be my, metronome rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, my melody done by eric b., and rakim
Cause she be rockin me steadily, yo
[chorus three]
Yo, she got hips to hops
And she aint goin pop
She like a record that I wanna rock
When Im rollin in my ride cruisin down my block
Yo, and if she was a rap song
Shed be bonita applebum
And I wanna put you on
Im puttin you on, youre my favorite song
[chorus two]
[verse three]
She makes me say ho but she aint a hoe!!
She got it made with special ed (? ? ) hoe!!
Her bass is everlasting like rodney os
She myself and I comin from the +soul+
She like a beat that makes me wanna grab the mic
She like the lyrics that I wanna recite
She like the old school mic with the cable
You can bring your records and Ill bring the turntable yo
[chorus three]
[chorus two]
She like a.. she like a.. {*repeat in background*}
[wyclef]
Wyclef, jerry wonder
With the black eyed peas
Dont hurt nobody man
Takin over the universe, I told yall
Take me in, dont hurt nobody
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Bust The Facts
{"here's a little story that must be told.."}
Ahh yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
{"here's a little story that must be told.."}
You're listenin to the sounds, of the best mc, in the world..
Koooooooooooooool keith! {*echoes*}
{"go off, and go off.."}
[kool keith]
I got a flyer in my hand, bambaataa with cold crush
The place is packed, with johnny wa and rayvon
Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of avon
Jazzy jay by my side, charlie chase behind me
Flash and theodore, super cuts that blind me
"catch a groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth
From the east and the valley, swingin back up north
Towards the south bronx, euceda park and webster
The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin
With the ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin
From side to side, the double meters'll peak
They had some good mc's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle mel had the best rhymes, rankin with caz
Kool moe tried to get down, but i made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're kickin power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold
While you're listenin, i throw a buzz in your ear
Bust the facts!
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the rosie
The party you pace see, kool herc with j.c.
The herculoids battle, the disco twins
Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the dj spins
For the l brothers, steppin right in the scene
Mean gene was maxin, rockin rob went to work
While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk
With the belt drive, technics and b-1's
With the orange light shinin, the red on d-1's
Direct drive and nova, i'm chillin with g.l.o.b.e.
Mr. biggs and pow-wow, monk and superman
Pullin out that olde e, that funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey c from cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red alert in the booth, the t-connection to mix
Silly rabbit.. you know my style has trix
To go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn
While i move up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn
Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin
Because it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald rock and whipper whip, neither rapper was plastic
Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic
You learn new jack, step back and be wack
You know what time it is boy, and every mic i smoke
Bust the facts!
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
Later on at the boys club, while tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell
Patti duke had the nice hands, swift with billy boy
Playin james brown records, you stupid you silly boy
Bongo rockin, hard where the rhythm go
You fake and pass, busy bee give and go
To the aj scratch, a funky beat that matched
With a two-second break, that was hard to catch
Dst was mixin, slicin with his elbows
Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go
To the master faster, speed up and go faster
Turn my jvc to mega power and blast the
Mario tape, yes the disco king
With the b-side the funky drums, no new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the zulus the nine crew, you're pushin your luck
The casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck
You had the black spades, plus the savage skulls
Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss
So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco
Eddie cheeba was sweet g, and back up to cisko
And freaker islam, with the great love squids
Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool keith out smokin, my lyrics are hot
Bust the facts!
{"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
song performed by by Too Short
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Keep On Dancing!
Now give me a B
Dance sweat move your body
Jump around start to party
Enjoy yourself you are not are stereotype
Express yourself then you feel alright all night
Because it's party time that's why I'm here
Kicking a rhyme get up get down
Get into break stop
Four and three and two and one
Here we go lets have some fun
"Fresh music" is what its all about
Now all the ladies scream and shout
Now get crazy and starts humping
Dancing jumping and act like a wild thing
I got the rhythm which keeps you pumping
Cause my singing lady makes you jumping
Just keep on dancing,
Just keep on dancing
Right now, right now
Just keep on dancing,
Just keep on dancing
Right now uh, uh ya
Move your feet to the rhythm of the beat
Pump up the volume feel the heat
Turn up the bass and get steady
Let the music move you get ready
Shake it break it just take it
Get on the dancefloor cause I make it
Rhythm and bass give you the power
Like another nuclear shower
Once again the place is grooving
The records playing the crowd is moving
Pump up the bass in the place
Party people no time to waste
No matter how fast you walk, I'm faster
Don't let me get to you, I'm the master
I play the hits and you start the party
Come on girl lets pump that body !
C'est la musique qui me brle le sang
Qui fait me souvenir.
C'est l'amour qui fait la vie possible
C'est l'amour qui fait la vie possible
Let the bass go
Pump up the volume for your key
Go go go
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Dirty Dirty
Uh
Say what say what (uh uh)
2003
Uh
It dont get better then this (what)
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come (t-boz)
Here I come
A-t-l
Im an atlanta girl (woo)
Ive been born and raised
To come and rock ya world
I dont wanna hurt nobody (nobody)
I just came to move your bodies
T - time to get the place wide up
L - rest well until we all meet up
C - come on and get the speakers boomin
Stop what youre doin
cause were about to ruin (come on)
[chorus:]
Uh oh uh oh
Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh)
Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh)
Now break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh)
Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh)
Now break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down
Ohhh dirty
Dirty dirty
Where the south is
I been waitin on tim to bring the beat in (uh huh)
Tlc the clubs shakin
Bounce to the ounce
Like a lot of baby makin
A - already sweatin from the music
T - too many drinks dont abuse it
L - let the folks outside in
Come on on (come on)
[chorus]
Yo missy
Tlc is forever (yeah)
So when you come up in this club here (what)
Get your back up off the wall
Yo missy (yeah)
Left eye would want us to break it down
Break it
Break it down like this (like this, like this)
Say what
Come on now
[bridge:]
If youre dancin
And youre sweatin (yeah)
Drippin wet from your neck to your chest is (aahh)
Cause were pumpin
We keep it jumpin (whatd ya say)
Tlc is bringin heat you gotta love this (bring the beat now)
If youre dancin
And youre sweatin (ahhh girl)
Drippin wet from your neck to your chest is (oohh)
Cause were pumpin
We keep it jumpin (ahh)
Tlc is bringin heat you gotta love this
Oh oh oh (oh)
Thats right baby we dirty (yeah)
Oh oh oh (oh)
Tlc we gon be right here (oooh)
Oh oh oh (yeah)
We keep it crunk somebody (come on)
Oh oh oh (oh)
Shhhhh....
Left eye gets a moment of silence (woo)
Uh (yeah)
Break it down now
One more time now
Say what say what
Come on
A - woo I like that
T - uh a little louder
L - what come on
A-t-l
A-t-l
A-t
A - what
T - woo alright now
L - woo go and flip it up
Alright
Flip it up
Flip it up now
T - yeah say what (what what)
L - come on break it down now
C - woo who da girls
Who da girls
Who da girls
Who da girls
T - what uh
L - uh from the dirty south
C - uh say what now
Alright yeah
song performed by by TLC
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New Kids On The Block
We know youve heard this beat many, many times
But we bet youve never heard it with such a vicious rhyme
A rhyme with class and plenty of clout
To show you sucher m.c.s what its about
We hear the same stories everywhere we go
Hey, its nynuk who stole the show
So for all you party people who are in a state of shock
Were the new kids on the block!
Chillin on the corner, the first day we arrived
]from the looks of the hoods, we didnt think wed survive
Second day we were there, we were walking down the street
With a rhyme in mind and a funky beat
But when we turned into the alley, to our surprise
We saw a bunch of hoods right before our eyes
They looked us up and down once, twice and again
There must have been a hundred to a hundred and ten
So, I looked over my shoulder right at my friend
He said nice knowing you but this is the end
So we battened down the hatches and prepared to fight
Then all of a sudden I seen the light
The time was right, the time to rock
cause everybody knows, were the new kids on the block.
Were also devistating when were on stage
The fans start screaming and yelling with rage
With mics in hand and rhymes with clout
So watch it sucker mcs or were gonna turn you out
We never talk trash, our rhymes are clean
Our rhymes are never vague and we say nothing obscene
So any sucker mcs who wanna battle us
Can you go at least 20 lines without a cuss?
Cause once we start to jam, youll be in a state of shock
Clear the way party people, were the new kids on the block
Move it sucker mcs or youre gonna feel the wrath
So dont get caught up in the aftermath
Cause were the funky mcs of the hip hop craze
Our rhymes are done by law and are sure to amaze
With a dj cutting records, steady cross bass
Well leave all you party people stuck in a daze
I say were fresh, new and you know its true
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew
J, hes fresh. hes the master of mix
There aint no rhyme that he cant fix
Spinsters next, hes the king of the spin
And if you wanna battle, you aint gonna win
Then theres popeye, but we call him joey
The kids so fresh, youll never be bored
Next is jon, whose word is true
But the party people know him as the runner gq
Im dexter p. the wizard of word
Im the greatest mc that youve ever heard
Now that you know were a gang and you know we dont play
Were the new kids on the block and were here to stay
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhrock!!!
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Party
Well you know I dont get off on workin day after day
I wanna have some fun while Im here
I play the game when its goin my way
And theres nothin like a party when its kickin into gear
Im gettin ready for a party tonight
Yes Im gettin ready to cruise
And if youve got somethin for me
Ive got somethin for you
Baby
Its a party and nobody cares
What were doin there
Baby, its a party as long as youre there
Its a party, party, party!
I cant believe it when some people say
That its a sin that way we live to die
You know, theres never been a more natural thing
Yea theres a brand new story, but its the same old lie
So come on
Get ready for the time of your life
cause Im gettin right in the groove
And if youve got somethin for me
Ive got somethin for you
Baby
Its a party and nobody cares
What were doin there
Baby, its a party as long as youre there
Its a party, party, party!
Yea yea yea yea get down and party if you need a cue
Youre sure to find one in the crowd
Just meet some friends and have a toke or two
In a place where they can never play the music too loud
Get ready for a party tonight
cause Im gettin right in the groove
And if youve got somethin for me
Ive got somethin for you
Baby
Its a party and nobody cares
What were doin there
Baby, its a party as long as youre there
Its a party, party, party!
You know a man doesnt live on bread alone
Hes got to have some lovin each and every night
And a womans got to have it if the truth be known
Lets get together honey, its alright
(scholz, delp)
song performed by by Boston
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My Song
So here's how it started
It started with a beat
A beat in my head
And it wouldn't go away
So I added a bass
The bass was fat
I played it to my boys on a 24 track
They like that ah
The hand clap followed by the mic
Check
No time for dinner
Five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in the middle of the night
Into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight
On the mix tell the DJ
Quick Five boom
Chorus:
He kept playing my song
On and on all night long
(x2)
Rip it up everybody
Rip it up one time
Let me bring your rigidy rugged flow for your mind
Got what you need now
Let me break it down
Five on the low
With the funk for your town
Down on the floor now
Let me see you move
This time tonight
Now it's time to groove
Who got the champion
Sound understand
Rhyme for rhyme
Five on the low down
Get down (x6)
Check it
Chorus
Like I said before
Got the funk for your trunk
From the junk yard
To the Boulevard
Here we come ladies
Lock tight
Woo with that straight Five
Dead right
Party's over here we got
The Five boom all night
We made a hit
Yet another home runner
And sweet sugar J
Got you hot like the summer
So I'm a stepping back
And let the DJ bust the mix Five
Boom!
Get down (x14)
He kept playing my song all night long (x2)
Baby bounce
Let me see you bounce to this
I get the mic technique
To help you use your ears
So you it by the radio
Hands on the dial
Soon Five on the jam
Time to pump up the volume
Another fly track to get down
Let me see you move
Time for you to get down and prove it!
Ain't no doubt that we're fly
So don't deny
Chorus until fade
song performed by by Five
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Dancin
(vanilla ice, earthquake)
Dancin, dancin, dancin
Come on, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Come on everybody, come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on everybody
Lets do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants.
Oh, with the base cold thumpin and the hihats snaren
People are jumpin and the fly girls are staren.
People under 40...yo! lets get down.
Because they need more break and now its sliced by shay
The records out so dont wait.
The style that Im doin, itll ruin
All you people came here just for booin
Get your dead ass up and back on the floor.
Jump in the groove and let vanilla go.
Insane, with my gold chain.
You know youre gonna see it on soul train. hit it!
Dancin, dancin, dancin...
All you people on thel eft, shake your thing
And everybody on the right, do the same thing.
Now, the people in the middle, try to enhance.
Come on everybody, let me see you dance.
In motion, with the potion
Get up everybody and locomotion.
All swing and do your thing
Unless of course, you cant hang. chillin is o.k.
But not when I play this song, move along, be gone.
Yea! the beatll make you move when the records on.
Get with this style and update it
Like my record is, when you play it.
Def comin strong, hard like a matador
I saw my style, my soul up on the dance floor.
Dancin, dancin, dancin...do it! funk it up!
Dancin, dancin, dancin...
Swingin until the night is through
Just let your feet and your body take control of you.
Just like a trance to keep you movin
Everybody can do it, just keep on groovin.
Of the 808...just kickin like a chicken that you just ate.
So catch a groove so we can get down
Yell out the name of your hometown.
Miami...catch the groove. l.a....catch the groove.
New york...catch the groove. seattle...catch the groove.
Dallas...catch the groove. detroit...catch the groove.
Vip dancers...catch the groove. everybody...catch the groove.
Do it!
Dancin, dancin, dancin...yea! can we do it?
Dancin, dancin, dancin...come on everybody...
Produced by earthquake
Published by ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Iceman Party
Written by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & tha hit men
Published by: ice baby music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing., bmi
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice and zero
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Get on down to the sound and a good rhyme.
With a song that should climb
Yo straight to the top with a bullet on the charts again
Another #1 hit to deal with
I gotta fist full of junkies of hip hop suckas
That get in the way have to get dropped.
Forget pop goes the weasel cuz I ran over them punks
Like a mac truck diesel.
An Im playin all the ladies
And I know not a sucker can fade me.
So watch me get buck wild
Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody say.
Aint no party like an ice man party
Now gettin back to the track with the bass - uh!
Watch it unfold in your face
I waste no time makin your body move
Makin this party groove. yo.
This is somethin real funky to dance to
Bringin ya more raps to keep the dance floor packed
So get off the bozak.
An like cool j said dont call it a come back.
One track made a killin
An my first lp went way over 11 million
So dont front cuz I know you were an ice fan.
So get down with the ice man
Everybody thought that the ice was gonna fade out.
But you was wrong cuz I never get played out.
An thats stright up reality
I wanna say whats up to my homies in miami
An to dallas all across the united states.
An everybody who bought vanilla ice tapes.
An everybody overseas, my man -
All of europe, australia and japan.
No matter where you reside, Im in evere record store
Cuz the ice is like world wide
Come on and catch the vibe
Cuz the skys the limit
An Ill never quit makin hits
So get on down with the progrm
Folks its 92 an Im back and its no joke -
So you know the ice wont steer you wrong.
Now everbody just sing along.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somebody Dance With Me (2002)
I'm back again on a higher stage
Listen to the party beat and get in range
cause you know when I flow and I show you so
Which way is better which way you got to go
To make a fun house party all night
You gotta check this out yo da ya di
It's a party over there with glamour and glares
So dance and move you - pump that body
Move your body up and down
Side to side - it's party time
Yeah that's right were dancing tonight
To the sun is coming up and the sky is all bright
Were coming to the end like your understand
That I'm a party man do the best I can
To make you laugh again - now I'm out of the scene
I've got this feeling
Somebody dance with me, somebody dance with me
I've got this feeling
Somebody dance with me, somebody dance with me
Another time anoter place
Another rhyme done for every race
In your case i'm getting rough
I'm not going to stop until you get enough
'Cause you groove back and bobo is back
And you see it yourself it's like a heartattack
My rhymes - combination - infiltration situation all over the nation
Like round and round upside down
Living my life till your feet are on the ground
Then put your hands up in the air
And waving like you just don't care
And if you're ready to rock then rock with me
Somebody say oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah auuuu
Now it's just the time I think you with it
So make some room and space just to hit it
Move, move that body
A didely didely dae yeah we make the party
To the B to the O to the B to the O
Wanna rock your body wanna rock your soul
When I never ever said I do it better
I just know the time - yes I'm clever.
The way you had expected
We're having for the end
Party that was another story
For the party man and his clan
So they will come again
Show and improve you, it's not the end
It's a jam session
My profession
A truly hard yeah one an obsession
But the joke is over you know what I mean
The party is gone and I'm out of the scene
Wow
song performed by by DJ Bobo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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