Armand Van Helden - New York City beat
Tekst :
Up town,Down town,
Turn the beat around town,
Hip hopping, beat bopping,
Theres no stopping to the sound of the New York City beat.
Up town,
Down town,
Turn the beat around town,
Hip hopping, beat bopping,
Theres no stopping to the sound of the New York City beat.
(Hey)
Up town,
Down town,
Turn the beat around town,
Hip hopping, beat bopping,
Theres no stopping to the sound of the New York City beat.
Up town,
Down town,
Turn the beat around town,
Hip hopping, beat bopping,
Theres no stopping for to the sound of the New York City beat.
Up town,
Down town,
Turn the beat around town,
Hip hopping, beat bopping,
Theres no stopping for to the sound of the New York City beat.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
I am free
I?m free, to do what I want
I?m free, to see what I need to see and it?s you
You?re all that I want
You and me, we will be together ?cuz I?m free
For the first time or the last time,
don?t tell...
I?m free, to see what I need to see and it?s you
You?re all that I want
You and me, we will be together ?cuz I?m free
For the first time or the last time,
don?t tell...
Dear green place
It was by the clear Molendinar Burn
Where it meets and runs with the river Clyde
And they tell the tale of the holy one
Who was fishing down by the riverside
A holy man, from Fife he came
His name they say was Kentigern...
Where it meets and runs with the river Clyde
And they tell the tale of the holy one
Who was fishing down by the riverside
A holy man, from Fife he came
His name they say was Kentigern...
Fuck me (interlude)
(Jodeci song playing in the background, sound of head board banging
against the wall, and Biggie grunting)
Woman moaning, uh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah
Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh
Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken...
against the wall, and Biggie grunting)
Woman moaning, uh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah
Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh
Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken...
Black boots
Why do you think she wears those black boots...
Why do you think she dyes her hair black...
She s awfully insecure
She s trying to be cool
She s hoping to be more in those,
black boots.
Why do I think...
Why do you think she dyes her hair black...
She s awfully insecure
She s trying to be cool
She s hoping to be more in those,
black boots.
Why do I think...
International dateline
Woke up in the evening
To the sound of the screaming
Through walls that were bleeding
All over me
Untied & weightless
Unconscious as we cross
The international dateline
Let s end it here
Grown tired of the show coast
And the ones that we toast
There are ONLY zeroes
Around here
Untied & weightless
Unconscious as we cross
The international dateline
Let s end...
To the sound of the screaming
Through walls that were bleeding
All over me
Untied & weightless
Unconscious as we cross
The international dateline
Let s end it here
Grown tired of the show coast
And the ones that we toast
There are ONLY zeroes
Around here
Untied & weightless
Unconscious as we cross
The international dateline
Let s end...