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

  • Koochy
  • I want your soul
  • Into your eyes
  • Whats wrong with you
  • My my my
  • When the lights go down
  • Hear my name
  • 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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...