For Shelley
Dull and boring aye?
Well I never!
You must 'ave a migraine
Wi' yer imagination severed!
Plenty of beetle-juice
For you my dear!
And doze goblins and merlins
Soon will be near!
Gavver around
Your funniest mates
To brighten up yer shipwreck;
Then clear dem decks!
Add sugar and spice
To all thoughts delish,
Then you'll find images
For all to smile and flourish!
Go on now!
Get on with it!
Before the curtains change,
Imagine it!
poem by Harriet James
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Strategy
Intro:
Dutty Yo !
Fi di gal dem again yuh know
Buss di world ! Buss di world
Dutty yo !
Dutty dutty dutty shot a fall again
Because di gal dem a hackle mi
Chorus:
Follow back a mi dem wah tackle mi dem well wah saddle mi
Dem a walk wit a strategy
Hafi fi get di dutty family up ina dem bed dem a carry mi
And di gal dem a hackle mi
Dem follow back a mi dem wah tackle mi dem well wah saggle mi
And dem a walk wit a strategy
Hafii get di dutty family up ina dem bed dem a carry me
Verse 1:
Nuff man a mi enemy true dem gal a gimmie
Well it's no wonder a mi dem follow true dem love dutty
Dem feel mi straight up ina dem center man a wuk muckey
And now dem feel unhappy true dem got di wrong jockey
Di gal dem a tell mi seh a only Sean a follow we
Dem outa dem mind Dem want mi all di time
A true dem know seh di dutty well refined
Dem tell mi seh a mi dem wah get
Mi a dem target
Everyday dem wah tek set
A true di dutty dem a gal sex object
Instant spot check
Gal dem wah run mi to wreck
A true dem hackle mi
Chorus
Verse 2:
And now di gal dem a plan fi utilize di cup
Dem get minutes of endless supply a wuk
Size mi up and dem all a tell mi seh points deduct
If it nuh buck up dem stomach mek dem maximize weh dem a run to
Sensimenia mek mi meaner when mi mix it wit medina
Wuk Celena mek she write it ina di Gleaner seh mi fittah and mi leanah
Than Mr. Greena
And now her freind dem a run mi dung around di town a look fi mi
A true dem hackle mi
Chorus
Verse 3:
From left to right di gal dem a fight an over mi dem get dem hype
Gimmie mi stripe and dem a tell mi seh a mi dem really like
Mi a dem type
Mi a dem light
Dem wah mi guide dem home tonight
Seven miles, wuk dem right
Dondemite get ignite
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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think youre too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin behind an losin yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of lifes busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin up
If the wine dont come to the top of yer cup
If the winds got you sideways with with one hand holdin on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the woods easy findin but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin and the street gets too long
And you start walkin backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrows mornin seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin
And yer rope is a-slidin cause yer hands are a-drippin
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipes a-pourin
And the lightnins a-flashing and the thunders a-crashin
And the windows are rattlin and breakin and the roof tops a-shakin
And yer whole worlds a-slammin and bangin
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didnt they tell me the day I was born
And you start gettin chills and yer jumping from sweat
And youre lookin for somethin you aint quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole worlds a-watchin with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and shes long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when theyre fryin
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bells bangin loudly but you cant hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyesve turned filthy from the sight-blindin dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin three queens
And its makin you mad, its makin you mean
Like in the middle of life magazine
Bouncin around a pinball machine
And theres something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin
But its trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin in bed
And no matter how you try you just cant say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
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Sean Paul (Get 'em Crunk)
Like Glue"
[Intro:]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, feel dat trend now, yeah yeah
Sean-A-Paul, so mi go so then
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!
[Verse 1:]
Well enough likkle girl dem bought they own dem got di goody goody
One ting mi haffi tell dem Dutty got di woody woody
Frontway backway Dutty K man have di shooby shooby
Virgin dem waan gimme and mi have to tooky tooky
Hot girls outta road dat seh dem see mi see mi
And a tell mi seh dem have somethin fi gimme gimme
How much a one night dem all a dream bout di jimmy jimmy
Dem a promise and a tell mi seh a fi mi fi mi
But a promise is a comfort to a fool, so cool
Well yuh dun know seh dat man haffi rule, di school
We nuh pet dem just wet dem up just like a pool
And a dignitary we haffi use up mi tool
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!
[Verse 2:]
So how can they waan big up dem chest
But they dun know Dutty Cup we deyah rated as di best
A wouldn't they love diss this is Sean-A-Paul this
We nuh cater fi nuh guy and only girls we a request
So gimme di gal dem, yo and every minute I'm wid it
Fi get di gal dem exquisite and get dem regular visit
Just gimme di gal dem, now dem all a pressure mi cellular
Seh a mi a di dappa dem waan fi be dem big poppa
Gimme di gal dem, after di chronic we tek a drag
And I don't mean to brag everyday I got to shag
Gimme di gal dem, everytime I look inna my mind
It's only girls dat weh mi find and true mi love dem design
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
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Sean Paul (Get 'em Crunk)
Like Glue"
[Intro:]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, feel dat trend now, yeah yeah
Sean-A-Paul, so mi go so then
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!
[Verse 1:]
Well enough likkle girl dem bought they own dem got di goody goody
One ting mi haffi tell dem Dutty got di woody woody
Frontway backway Dutty K man have di shooby shooby
Virgin dem waan gimme and mi have to tooky tooky
Hot girls outta road dat seh dem see mi see mi
And a tell mi seh dem have somethin fi gimme gimme
How much a one night dem all a dream bout di jimmy jimmy
Dem a promise and a tell mi seh a fi mi fi mi
But a promise is a comfort to a fool, so cool
Well yuh dun know seh dat man haffi rule, di school
We nuh pet dem just wet dem up just like a pool
And a dignitary we haffi use up mi tool
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need alot of trees up in my head
Got alot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!!!!
[Verse 2:]
So how can they waan big up dem chest
But they dun know Dutty Cup we deyah rated as di best
A wouldn't they love diss this is Sean-A-Paul this
We nuh cater fi nuh guy and only girls we a request
So gimme di gal dem, yo and every minute I'm wid it
Fi get di gal dem exquisite and get dem regular visit
Just gimme di gal dem, now dem all a pressure mi cellular
Seh a mi a di dappa dem waan fi be dem big poppa
Gimme di gal dem, after di chronic we tek a drag
And I don't mean to brag everyday I got to shag
Gimme di gal dem, everytime I look inna my mind
It's only girls dat weh mi find and true mi love dem design
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
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Shake That Thing
[Intro]
Yeah!
Well dey a hav some bwoy a gwaan like dem a gal short
(Dem a get caught)
Yuh bwoy a dem mind a nuh too sharp
Yuh dun kno say right now,
Blackshot and Sean-A-Paul a lef dem inna di dark
(Dutty Yeah!)
True to our ways jus gimme di light and pass di dro
Dey gyals a likein pon our flow
Hear what I say now rudebwoy
Di girls nuh waan nuh friars nuh connivers
Watch out let me talk to har den
[Chorus]
Girl it is on, at four o' clock in di morn'
An I been watchin' you shake dat ting
Man dem a try, dem a get deny
Caw I'm gonna tek dat ting
Girl it is mine, a long time me a line
An pan we fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing
[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get it from, a mus yuh mama
Do you fault dey, from me like a champion a bubble pon di
Chart dey, gyal a look yuh hav me
A we waan to slap dey from di front an to di back dey
From di bed an to di matinee,
We haffi blow, pull out di guns an pop pop
It's dey fault dey, energy dey dey a so dey gimme di buff
An look pon me, baby put it on me
Right a now yuh mek di Dutty dap a feel horny
[Chorus]
Girl it is on, at four o' clock in di morn'
An I been watchin' you shake dat ting
Man dem a try, dem a get deny
Caw I'm gonna tek dat ting
Girl it is mine, a long time me a line
An pan we fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing
[Verse]
From yuh step up inna di place, dance just light up
Man dem a run alla dem chase an dem a hype up
Which one, a which one a dem a get it first, fight up
Looks like dem man dey a go up inna di Fight Club
I can ear dem say, gyal yuh body look ripe up
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Shake Dat Thing
Shake That Thing"
[Intro]
Yeah!
Well dey a hav some bwoy a gwaan like dem a gal short
(Dem a get caught)
Yuh bwoy a dem mind a nuh too sharp
Yuh dun kno say right now,
Blackshot and Sean-A-Paul a lef dem inna di dark
(Dutty Yeah!)
True to our ways jus gimme di light and pass di dro
Dey gyals a likein pon our flow
Hear what I say now rudebwoy
Di girls nuh waan nuh friars nuh connivers
Watch out let me talk to har den
[Chorus]
Girl it is on, at four o' clock in di morn'
An I been watchin' you shake dat ting
Man dem a try, dem a get deny
Caw I'm gonna tek dat ting
Girl it is mine, a long time me a line
An pan we fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing
[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get it from, a mus yuh mama
Do you fault dey, from me like a champion a bubble pon di
Chart dey, gyal a look yuh hav me
A we waan to slap dey from di front an to di back dey
From di bed an to di matinee,
We haffi blow, pull out di guns an pop pop
It's dey fault dey, energy dey dey a so dey gimme di buff
An look pon me, baby put it on me
Right a now yuh mek di Dutty dap a feel horny
[Chorus]
Girl it is on, at four o' clock in di morn'
An I been watchin' you shake dat ting
Man dem a try, dem a get deny
Caw I'm gonna tek dat ting
Girl it is mine, a long time me a line
An pan we fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing
[Verse]
From yuh step up inna di place, dance just light up
Man dem a run alla dem chase an dem a hype up
Which one, a which one a dem a get it first, fight up
Looks like dem man dey a go up inna di Fight Club
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Fit & Legit
Sey put ye hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air
You an ye man gone clear
Put ye hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air
Rule year to year
Dutty yeah
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi mek no check
Cau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye done copperset
Cause a you run the district
Ye move like electric
And nuff gal a try trick up ye man an mek him exit
But ye still a benefit becau ye rallyback with
Dem can't tek a thing because a you got the permit
In any case gal ye dunn run the place
If she show up her face then she gwain get erased
She a petty case up inna the one slap race
An ye dunn know already sey ye control the place
Woman ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Because a long time ye inna the biz
Who this gal ya think she is
She pose up 'pon ye man an she no got not a backitif
Can't live how ye live an ye man him nah go give
No respect to her becau the body it a negative
Sey pon ye property dem wan come bounce
But dem nah get a inch nor a ounce
Gal yaffi mek dem know
Sey if dem wan come clean
Nuff a that alone dem a go get becau ye an ye man him still a team
Fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau daily
See the fence an want come scale it
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Cow
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,
Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.
Them's the sort ter fetch yer trouble, when yer tries 'em, in the double.
Blow yer beauty! Wot's the matter with the maiden 'oo kin milk?
Them there rhymers uv the wattle! An' the bardlet uv the bottle -
'Im that sings uv sparklin' wine, an' does a perish fer the beer;
An' yer slap-dash 'orsey po-it! Garn! If you blokes only know it,
You 'ave missed the single subjec' fit ter rhyme about down 'ere.
An' although I ain't a bard, with bloomin' bays upon me brow,
I kinsider that it's up ter me ter sing about The Cow.
Cow, Cow
(Though it ain't a pretty row,
It's a word that 'ipnertises me; I couldn't tell yer 'ow.)
Though I ain't a gifted rhymer,
Nor a blamed Parnassus climber,
I'm inspired ter sing a tune er two about the Blessed Cow.
0h, the cow-bells are a-tinklin', and the daisies are a twinklin'
Well, that ain't the style ersackly I intended fer to sing.
'Ark, was over music greater then the buzzin' sepy-rater,
Coinin' gaily money daily fer the - no, that's not the thing!
'Omeward comes the cows a-lowin', an' the butter-cups are blowin';
But there's better butter in the - Blarst ! That ain't the proper way
See the pretty milkmaid walkin' - aw, it ain't no use er talkin'.
Listen 'ere, I want ter tell yer this: A cow's ther thing ter pay!
Sell yer 'orses, sell yer arrers, an' yer reapers, an' yer plough;
If yer want yer land ter pay yer, sacrifice yer life ter Cow
Cow, Cow
Sittin' underneath the bough,
With a bail, an' with a pail, an' with a little stool, an' thou
Kickin' when I pull yer teat there,
Swishin' flies, the pretty creatur.
Ah, there ain't no music sweeter - money squirtin' from the Cow.
Take away the wine-cup; take it. An' the foamin' flagon, break it.
Brimmin' cups uv butter-milk'll set yer glowin' thro' an' thro';
An' the reason I'm teetotal is becos me thrifty throat'll
Jest refuse ter swaller stuff that's costin' me a precious sou.
Once I wus a sinful spender. Used ter go a roarin' bender
Used ter often spend a thruppence when ther' wasn't any need.
An' the many ways I've busted money, when I should er trusted
It ter cattle an' erconomy, 'ud cause yer 'eart ter bleed
But I'm glad, me friends, that godliness 'as made me careful now;
Tho' I lorst the thing wot's next it when I cottoned ter the Cow.
Cow, Cow
Trudin' thro' the sloppy slough.
Ah, I once despised the Jews, but I kin under-stand 'em now
When they needed elevatin',
An' ole Moses kep' 'em waitin'
Fer religi'n, they went straight 'n' sorter substichooted Cow.
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A Word to Texas Jack
Texas Jack, you are amusin’. By Lord Harry, how I laughed
When I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-and-aft;
Holy smoke! In such a saddle how the dickens can yer fall?
Why, I seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all!
Gosh! so-help-me! strike-me-balmy! if a bit o’ scenery
Like ter you in all yer rig-out on the earth I ever see!
How I’d like ter see a bushman use yer fixins, Texas Jack;
On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and back.
Why, I heerd a mother screamin’ when her kid went tossin’ by
Ridin’ bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye.
What? yer come to learn the natives how to squat on horse’s back!
Learn the cornstalk ridin’! Blazes!—w’at yer giv’n’us, Texas Jack?
Learn the cornstalk—what the flamin’, jumptup! where’s my country gone?
Why, the cornstalk’s mother often rides the day afore he’s born!
You may talk about your ridin’ in the city, bold an’ free,
Talk o’ ridin’ in the city, Texas Jack, but where’d yer be
When the stock horse snorts an’ bunches all ’is quarters in a hump,
And the saddle climbs a sapling, an’ the horse-shoes split a stump?
No, before yer teach the native you must ride without a fall
Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall—
You must swim the roarin’ Darlin’ when the flood is at its height
Bearin’ down the stock an’ stations to the Great Australian Bight.
You can’t count the bulls an’ bisons that yer copped with your lassoo—
But a stout old myall bullock p’raps ’ud learn yer somethin’ new;
Yer’d better make yer will an’ leave yer papers neat an’ trim
Before yer make arrangements for the lassooin’ of him;
Ere you ’n’ yer horse is catsmeat, fittin’ fate for sich galoots,
And yer saddle’s turned to laces like we put in blucher boots.
And yer say yer death on Injins! We’ve got somethin’in yer line—
If yer think your fitin’s ekal to the likes of Tommy Ryan.
Take yer karkass up to Queensland where the allygators chew
And the carpet-snake is handy with his tail for a lassoo;
Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus wail
An’ ye’ll find the black’ll track yer while yer lookin’ for his trail;
He can track yer without stoppin’ for a thousand miles or more—
Come again, and he will show yer where yer spit the year before.
But yer’d best be mighty careful, you’ll be sorry you kem here
When yer skewered to the fakements of yer saddle with a spear—
When the boomerang is sailin’ in the air, may heaven help yer!
It will cut yer head off goin’, an’ come back again and skelp yer.
P.S.—As poet and as Yankee I will greet you, Texas Jack,
For it isn’t no ill-feelin’ that is gettin’ up my back,
But I won’t see this land crowded by each Yank and British cuss
Who takes it in his head to come a-civilisin’ us.
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Ganja Bread
(Chorus x2)
Man a ganja breed
Me get high pon me chronic til me eye dem a bleed
De coke head a nah we speed
Ah just me ways inna me weed and me fire me need
Well it is the best ces
Man a request we chop it up
And pon de safe dem boy will put it
Inna de pipe and smoke it up
Inna me chest, bless it eleviated de stress
Me conquer and conquess dat come me way
Me say me conquer all test
Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days
De coke head dem a try fi turn de place inna a mess
De weed a gimme de vibes
A dat me haffi confess
Chico come and sing it out
And tell dem the rest yo
(Chorus x2)
Yo we nuh want nuh junkie friend no
Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo
Den thief ya heart, dem thief ya coke
Dem thief de US dollar note
And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo
Blaze de chalice and blaze de fire now
Dutty de cup change de load and pass it now
Watch it Babylon a pass
De weed me nah go mass
Because me no say dat me bun it anyway ohh.
(Chorus x2)
Yo check it
Well it has de best cess
Man a request we chop it up
And pon de safe dem boy will put it
Inna de pipe and smoke it up
Inna me chest, bless, it is eleviate de stress
Me conquer any conquess
Whey come me way say me conquer all test
Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days
De coke head dem a try to turn de place inna a mess
De weed a gimme me vibe me haffi tell and confess
Chico man me tell ya come fi tell dem de rest yo
(Chorus x2)
We nuh want nuh junkie friend no
Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo
Dem thief ya heart dem thief ya coke
Dem thief de US dollar note
And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo
Blaze de chalic
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Ganja Breed
(Chorus x2)
Man a ganja breed
Me get high pon me chronic til me eye dem a bleed
De coke head a nah we speed
Ah just me ways inna me weed and me fire me need
Well it is the best ces
Man a request we chop it up
And pon de safe dem boy will put it
Inna de pipe and smoke it up
Inna me chest, bless it eleviated de stress
Me conquer and conquess dat come me way
Me say me conquer all test
Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days
De coke head dem a try fi turn de place inna a mess
De weed a gimme de vibes
A dat me haffi confess
Chico come and sing it out
And tell dem the rest yo
(Chorus x2)
Yo we nuh want nuh junkie friend no
Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo
Den thief ya heart, dem thief ya coke
Dem thief de US dollar note
And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo
Blaze de chalice and blaze de fire now
Dutty de cup change de load and pass it now
Watch it Babylon a pass
De weed me nah go mass
Because me no say dat me bun it anyway ohh.
(Chorus x2)
Yo check it
Well it has de best cess
Man a request we chop it up
And pon de safe dem boy will put it
Inna de pipe and smoke it up
Inna me chest, bless, it is eleviate de stress
Me conquer any conquess
Whey come me way say me conquer all test
Dem a thief and dem a murda through dem days
De coke head dem a try to turn de place inna a mess
De weed a gimme me vibe me haffi tell and confess
Chico man me tell ya come fi tell dem de rest yo
(Chorus x2)
We nuh want nuh junkie friend no
Yo no see say ah so monkey dem yo
Dem thief ya heart dem thief ya coke
Dem thief de US dollar note
And when ya check it out de whole a dem a yo-yo
Blaze de chalice and blaze de fire now
Dutty de cup load it up and pass it now
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Bad Girl
Bad Girl"
Sho nuff
Shawty
What it do?
Oooooooh
Pimpin', oh boy
uh
What y'all know about a supermodel
Fresh outta Elle magazine
Buy her own bottles
Look pimp juice, I need me one
Bad than a mutha
I hear you sayin'
I need a bad girl
If you're a bad girl
Playas when you see me
Act like you know me
I keep a dollar worth of dimes
You know pimpin' ain't easy
For all my chicks in the club
Who knows how to cut a rug
If you're a bad girl
Get at me bad girl
[Chorus]
Ooh work me baby
Shakin' it the way I like
I'm ready to be bad
I need a bad girl (say yeah)
Get at me bad girl
What sexy lady's comin' home with me tonight?
I'm ready to be bad
I need a bad girl (super bad baby)
Get at me bad girl
Now I've seen a lotta broads
All on one accord
Everyone looked the same but
Take a look at my dame (my dame)
Fo' sho', she take that Hpnotiq or Alize
There ain't much more I can say but (I need a)
I need a bad girl (bad girl)
If you're a bad girl
Got one thou' on the bar now
Chick need a drink on the flo' now
Look at them bad girls movin' it
Makin' faces while they doin' it
Oh, I wanna take one to the restroom
So close I'm smellin' like your perfume
If you're a bad girl
Get at me bad girl
[Chorus]
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song performed by Usher
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Add Some Music
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll hear it while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
And they've got music for you there
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music music everywhere (add some music)
Add some add some add some add some music (add some music)
Your doctor knows it keeps you calm
Your preacher adds it to his psalms
So add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Music
(Add some music add some music)
When you're alone
(Add some music add some music)
Is like a companion
(Add some music add some music)
For your lonely soul
Oo oo oo woo oo woo oo oo oo oooo
When day is over (when day is over)
I close my tired eyes (I close my tired)
Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart
And on every day of the summertime
You'll hear children chasing ice cream carts
They'll play it on your wedding day
There must be 'bout a million ways
To add some music
(Add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
song performed by Beach Boys
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Add Some Music To Your Day
The sunday mornin gospel goes good with the soul
Theres blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin stone
The world could come together as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
Youll hear it while youre walkin by a neighbors home
Youll hear it faintly in the distance when youre on the phone
Youre sittin in a dentists chair
And theyve got music for you there
To add some music
(add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
A bob didit a bop didit
Add some music music everywhere (add some music)
Add some add some add some add some music (add some music)
Your doctor knows it keeps you calm
Your preacher adds it to his psalms
So add some music
(add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Music
(add some music add some music)
When youre alone
(add some music add some music)
Is like a companion
(add some music add some music)
For your lonely soul
Oo oo oo woo oo woo oo oo oo oooo
When day is over (when day is over)
I close my tired eyes (I close my tired)
Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart
And on every day of the summertime
Youll hear children chasing ice cream carts
Theyll play it on your wedding day
There must be bout a million ways
To add some music
(add some music add some add some music to your)
To your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
Add some music to your day
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Put Yer Money Where Your Mouth Is
(noel gallagher)
(vocals by liam)
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your momma said that you were real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your momma said the tune was real
Ready or not
And come what may
You betcha going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth
And your hands right up on the wheel
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your papa said that you were real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your paa said that you were real
Ready or not
And come what may
You betcha going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth
And your hands right up on the wheel
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your papa said that you were real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your papa said that you were real
Ready or not
And come what may
You betcha going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth
And your hands right up on the wheel
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Whhhooooooo
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your momma said that you were real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Your momma said that you were real
Ready or not
And come what may
You betcha going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth
And your hands right up on the wheel
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Watch out
Hey watch out
W-w-w-w-w-w-watch out
Hey watch out
Hey
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
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song performed by Oasis
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Gimme The Light
Jus Gimme the light
yea yeah
Jus Gimme the light
yo yo
Jus Gimme the light
dont say it
jus gime the light
sean paul
[Chorus:]
Jus gimme the ligh
and pass the dro
Bust another bottle of moe
Gal dem in a me sight
and I gots know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Causle i'm in a the vibes
and i got my dough
Bust another botte of moe
Gurl dem lookin hype
and i gots to know
[Verse 1 and 3]
Could I be your protector
your buff in every sector
Everyman around dem
wanna turn your inspector
but u no let them sweat ya
No grill you with no lecture
But dem power drill
or dem feul injector
Dem a infector
Disease collector
Nuff of dem a gon on
like dem wan come wreck ya
Done out the part
where you got in your center
But u know
u dont let themn guy affect ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 and 4]
One / Two / Three / Four / Five of them
Situation gettinh really live again
Girl dem wanna Fi hang out with
The players and the riders de
Beside of them and dem say
Dem tired of the liars
Dem friars and connivers
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song performed by Sean Paul from Gimme The Light
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Deport Dem
Dutty Yo!!!
K. Licious (?)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Dutty Yo!
Yo yo yo yo!
Sean Paul a mek di whole world know
Chorus:
From a gal nuh up to date wi deport dem
Cant keep up wit di trends wi report dem
If a nuh di modeling type wi nuh court dem
But if a di big beauty queen wi support dem
Again wi nuh sorry, a dutty wuk di gal dem ina every territory
But wi hafi start keep dem ina category
Mandatory alla mi gal dem hafi fit, dem hafi ready
Cant keep up wit di trend man a lef it
Bad man nuh sorry cause wi done hit di cherry
Done legendary nuff gal wah fi marry
One ting wi hafi tell dem necessary
Big-up unu self if unu got it
Chorus 2x
Yo, perform honorary
Wuk ina di gal dem mek dem feel well merry
Not imaginary nuff a dem a seh mi very sexy
Dem well wah Dutty come burry
But wi hafi tell dem one ting customary
Keep it tight just like di military
And mek sure yuh tight extra-ordinary
Three, four, five gal ina mi contrary
Now maintain hype yah Kerry
Chorus 2x
Unu listen to di words wah Sean Paul a him a chat
And big-up unu self if unu deh pon di top
Unu chat, unu stop, yuh get because yuh fat
And dutty cup yute dem never a want dat
Dem big, wi tell dem leave ya
Cause wi nuh wahn nuh grate up wit alligator
Wi talk straight, gal hafi shape
And when dem walk pon di road dem hafi cause man headache
Chorus
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song performed by Sean Paul
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Deport Them
Dutty Yo!!!
K. Licious (?)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Dutty Yo!
Yo yo yo yo!
Sean Paul a mek di whole world know
Chorus:
From a gal nuh up to date wi deport dem
Cant keep up wit di trends wi report dem
If a nuh di modeling type wi nuh court dem
But if a di big beauty queen wi support dem
Again wi nuh sorry, a dutty wuk di gal dem ina every territory
But wi hafi start keep dem ina category
Mandatory alla mi gal dem hafi fit, dem hafi ready
Cant keep up wit di trend man a lef it
Bad man nuh sorry cause wi done hit di cherry
Done legendary nuff gal wah fi marry
One ting wi hafi tell dem necessary
Big-up unu self if unu got it
Chorus 2x
Yo, perform honorary
Wuk ina di gal dem mek dem feel well merry
Not imaginary nuff a dem a seh mi very sexy
Dem well wah Dutty come burry
But wi hafi tell dem one ting customary
Keep it tight just like di military
And mek sure yuh tight extra-ordinary
Three, four, five gal ina mi contrary
Now maintain hype yah Kerry
Chorus 2x
Unu listen to di words wah Sean Paul a him a chat
And big-up unu self if unu deh pon di top
Unu chat, unu stop, yuh get because yuh fat
And dutty cup yute dem never a want dat
Dem big, wi tell dem leave ya
Cause wi nuh wahn nuh grate up wit alligator
Wi talk straight, gal hafi shape
And when dem walk pon di road dem hafi cause man headache
Chorus
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Possum
Jist 'ere it gripped me, on a sudden, like a red-'ot knife.
I wus diggin' in the garden, talkin' pleasant to me wife,
When it got me good an' solid, an' I fetches out a yell,
An' curses soft down in me neck, an' breathes 'ard fer a spell.
Then, when I tries to straighten up, it stabs me ten times worse.
I thinks per'aps I'm dyin', an' chokes back a reel 'ot curse.
'I've worked too fast,' I tells Doreen. 'Me backbone's runnin' 'ot.
I'm sick! I've got-0o, 'oly wars! I dunno wot I've got!
Jist 'ere - Don't touch! - jist round back 'ere, a blazin' little pain.
Is clawin' up me spinal cord an' slidin' down again.'
'You come inside,' she sez. 'Per'aps it's stoopin' in the sun.
Does it 'urt much?' I sez, 'Oh, no; I'm 'avin' lots o' fun.'
Then, cooin' to me, woman-like, she pilots me inside.
It stabs me every step I takes; I thort I could 'a' died.
'There now,' she sez. 'Men can't stand pain, it's alwus understood.'
'Stand pain?' I owls. Then, Jumpin' Jakes! It gits me reely good!
So I gets to bed in sections, fer it give me beans to bend,
An' shuts me eyes, an' groans again, an' jist waits fer the end.
'Now, you lie still,' she orders me, 'until I think wot's best.
Per'aps 'ot bran, or poultices. You jist lie still, an' rest,'
Rest? 'Oly Gosh! I clinched me teeth, an' clawed the bloomin' bunk;
Fer a red-'ot poker jabbed me ev'ry time I much as wunk.
I couldn't corf, I couldn't move, I couldn't git me breath.
'Look after Bill,' I tells Doreen. 'I feels that… this is… death.'
'Death, fiddlesticks,' she laughs at me. 'You jist turn over now.'
I 'owls, ''Ere! Don't you touch me, or there'll be a blazin' row!
I want to die jist as I am.' She sez, 'Now, Bill, 'ave sense.
This 'as to go on while it's 'ot.' I groans, 'I've no defence.'
An' so she 'as 'er way wiv me. An', tho' I'm suff'rin' bad,
I couldn't 'elp but noticin' the gentle touch she 'ad.
That ev'nin', when the doctor come, sez 'e, 'Ah! 'Urtin' much?
Where is the trouble?' I sez, 'Where you ain't allowed to touch!'
'E mauls an' prods me while I 'owls to beat the bloomin' band.
Gawbli'me! I'd 'a' cracked 'im if I'd strength to lift me 'and.
'Discribe yer symtims now,' sez 'e. I fills meself wiv wind,
An' slung 'im out a catalog while 'e jist stood an' grinned.
'Ar, bar!' 'e sez. 'Sciatiker! Oh, we'll soon 'ave yeh well.'
'Sciatiker?' sez I. 'Yer sure yeh don't mean Jumpin' 'Ell?
It ain't no privit devil wiv a little jagged knife?'
'Tut, rut,' 'e grins. 'You'll soon be right. I leaves yeh to yer wife.'
I looks at 'er, she smiles at me, an' when I seen that smile:
'Aw, poultices!' I groans. An' she injoys it all the while!
But I'm marri'd to a woman; an', I gives yeh my straight tip,
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Sugar Hill
Writer Dolly Parton
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand while the south wind blowed
Bob whites callin', black crows cawkin',
Countin' the warts on a toad in the road
Down in the mill pond swimmin naked
Showin' more than we should have showed
We were just kids explorin' nature
Learnin more than we should have knowed
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealing sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cake and pie
A yellow dress drapin off of my shoulder
Seein' myself in the lookin glass
Older now and a little bit bolder
Thinkin' about our summers past
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand up the mountainside
Teenage lovers plannin' and talkin'
Dreamin' of a future for you and I
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountain top
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Years have past, we're married with children
Our days are happy and our memories fond
We still find it quite appealin'
To go to Sugar Hill and swim naked in the pond
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountaintop
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Up on Sugar Hill theres a wealth of treasure
Down its memory lane I go walking still
What it means to me is more than I can measure
Golden moments up on Sugar Hill
Up on Sugar Hill with the fireflies glowin
Sound of katydids and the whipperwill
Honeysuckle bloomin and a mountain stream flowin
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
Up On Sugar Hill with the bobwhites callin
Black crows cawkin', and the soft wind blows
Up on Sugar Hill there are love birds talkin'
Up on Sugar Hill where the good times roll
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cakes and pies
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
song performed by Dolly Parton
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