Tell me that you really want me. I need a b-b-baby tonight. Been thinking about it baby all night. Boy, you know you're in for a ride. . Tell me that you really want me.
Music goin'. ooh and all the room is high. Drinks are flowin'. and I'm just hopin' to catch your eye. Rare diseases. swimming in seas of love. A plastic Jesus.
Colours on my face. mirror of what's inside. the white man comes with guns. and I won't sleep tonight. . They wanna steal my air. they wanna steal my air my ground my world.
I'm so stripped down and naked. Feed me with change. Love me numb. So I can heal your pain. . Make me wake up early. Yea, I'll drive home so far away.
Today, you're their best friend. But believe me tomorrow, they don't even know your name. Friendship is a word that has lost its meaning. And making friends a funny game.
Stood by the roadside late at night. Hell came along and offered me a ride. I thought about it the I said no. I asked my suitcase and my suitcase said let's go.
Well, dear friend, I guess we both know the scene. You and yourself placed in the corner of the ring. Those unforgiven memories traveling down. Your face winners and losers in a senseless race.
160 beats per minute. Is the only thing that I hear. Everybody is dancing with themselves. No whispering in each others ear. . Being hopeless at the DJ's mercy.
Let's set this city ablaze. We'll burn down the monuments. And build mountains in our place. We could see everything. We could start a fire. And all shine in it's light.
We live and we learn and we crash and we burn and we're gone. We take what we know and we learn as we go and we run. . Run until that day, we can see who we are.
(Oh). Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex. In your earhole, whoo!. Drop a bomb to this, what?. Let's do this, listen. . Saw her in the club. As she was about the finest thing I had ever seen.
(Oh). Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex. In your earhole, whoo. Drop a bomb to this, what?. Let's do this, listen. . Saw her in the club. As she was about the finest thing I had ever seen.
It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm. sayin'? And it goes like this. . Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing.
Hip Hop Hooray. by Naughty By Nature. . Album : 19 Naughty III. . Give it up for Naughty By Nature. . Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho. . You drew a picture of my morning.
[ chorus: Khadejia and Product ]. . The boys look so good but theyre minds are not ready. So here we go yall. Thats why Id rather talk to a man cause his mind is so steady.
[ chorus : Khadejia and Product ]. The boys look so good but theyre minds are not ready. So here we go yall. Thats why Id rather talk to a man cause his mind is so steady.
* originally appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV" as "Come Over". . Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?. Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'.
Locked away in rooms and routines. But some things are worse than walls. Never ending grief surrounds us. And sometimes I can hear their calls. But I prefer not to notice.
I wandered around. for twenty-five years. and still haven't found. what I am searching for. . I watched them all. passing my way. I saw the falling. and getting up again.
They were fighting for land in earlier days. Wanting to extend their living space. They were fighting for their faith a thousand years. Call it holy war - it's the sum of your fears.