English Lyric: Expression

- Album: Blacks Magic
- Singer: Salt N Pepa

From the album Blacks' Magic

Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah

Chorus
Express yourself, you gotta be you and only you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what i cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body

Now joe wanna be like bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything rob got he got from robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl jilly wanna be like jackie
Fat rope chains and i think that's wick-wacky
Tom and dick wanna be like harry
Little do they know he's bitin' on barry
Stan was a scam, but vinnie's legit
Mercedes coupe hometroop with no kit
A businessman with a beeper for a reason
Not like tim because it's in this season

Chorus

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hey pep, you up next

Yes, i'm pep and there ain't nobody
Like my body, yes, i'm somebody
No, i'm sorry, i'm-a rock this mardis gras
Until the party ends, friends
Yes, i'm blessed, and i know who i am
I express myself on every jam
I'm not a man, but i'm in command
Hot damn, i got an all-girl band
And i wear the gear, yeah, i wanna wear it, too
I don't care, dear, go ahead and stare (oooo)
Afraid to be you, livin' in fear (boo)
Expression is rare, i dare you

Chorus

Oh yeah, oh yeah...
Yo, excuse us while we rap
Go ahead, girls, express yourself!

My party, your party, anytime drop in
Cold hip-hop is always rockin'
Don't you like it when the music drop
Jump, spread out, and stop?
Now bring in the go-go (uh-oh)
Look at how my butt go rock from left to the right
You wanna step to me, groove me
I know you wanna do me
Come on now, fellas, don't fight

At my door they're bum-rushin'
To hear the percussion
Sound of my go-go band
I've long ago learned my lesson
It's all about expression
Will the real salt and pepa please stand?
And...

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, come on and work that body

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe

Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah
Express yourself

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English Lyric: Wigwam

- Album: Self Portrait
- Singer: Bob Dylan

From the album Self Portrait

Instrumental

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English Lyric: End Of The Universe

- Album: Buzz Factory
- Singer: Screaming Trees

From the album Buzz Factory

It's a one-way ride to the end of the universe
Please leave your mind at the back of the plane
Golden dreams that you can't imagine
Never awaits you inside your brain chill today
Ten million miles behind you will find
Orange circles of a southern sunrise
Reflected through a blackened haze
Clocks are stopping behind the clouds
Appearing only to your gaze

Timeless echoes of green
With shifting seas in silhouette
Sudden flash of the brightest sun
And it hasn't even happened yet

It's a one-way ride to the end of the universe
Please say goodbye to the back of the plane
There'll be screams like you can't imagine
Never awaits you inside your brain chill today
Ten million miles behind you will find

Run around your sun god
And i'll paint you all in time
Catch baby dinosaurs and see how well they ride
There are wonders you have seen
With your lover and yourself
Greeted by obscenities like a working chosen elf

It's a one-way ride to the end of the universe
Please say goodbye to the back of the plane
Golden dreams that you can't imagine
Never awaits you inside your brain chill today
Ten million miles behind
You will find
Orange circles of a southern sunrise
Reflecting through a blackened haze
Clocks are stopping behind the clouds
Appearing only to your gaze
Timeless echoes of green
With shifting seas in silhouette
Sudden flash of the brightest sun
And it hasn't even started yet

It's a one-way ride to the end of the universe
Please say goodbye to the back of the plane
There'll be screams like you can't imagine
Never awaits you in side your brain chill today
Ten million miles behind
You will find
What you will find

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English Lyric: No Face No Name No Number

- Album: Year Of The Dragon
- Singer: Modern Talking

From the album Year Of The Dragon

love is like the ocean, burning in devotion
When you go, go, go, oh no
Feel my heart is burning, when the night is turning
I will go, go, go, oh no

Baby i will love you
Every night and day
Baby i will kiss you
But i have to say

Refrain:
No face, no name, no number
Your love is like a thunder
I'm dancing on a fire, burning in my heart
No face, no name, no number
Oh girl i'm not a hunter
Your love is like desire, burning in my soul
No face, no name, no number
Oh love is like a thunder
Oh love is like the heaven, it's so hard to find
No face, no name, no number
Oh girl i'm not a hunter
Your love is like a river, flowing in my mind

Feel your dreams are flying, dreams are never dieing
I don't go, go, go, oh no
You're eyes tells a story, baby oh don't worry
When you go, go, go, oh no
Baby cause i love you
Forever and today
Baby i will kiss you but i have to say

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English Lyric: Dream City

- Album: Samantha Fox
- Singer: Samantha Fox

From the album Samantha Fox

(l.mason/s. barnacle)

Jane was an actress, now she's a waitress
Steve's at the cafe parking cars
A year or two back they were going places
Now they're just staying where they are

One night in dream city
You need more, you want fun
One night in dream city
Hot town, warm gun
One night in dream city
Your troubles ended?
No, they've just begun

No, they've just begunp>is it the world that wants an audition
Is it the world that wants a job
Lean on a corner called ambition
Wait for whatever comes along

One night in dream city
You need more, you want fun
One night in dream city
Hot town, warm gun
One night in dream city
The bright lights, the big wheel
One night in dream city
It's unkind, it's unreal

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English Lyric: La Connecta Pt.2

- Album: The Psycho Realm
- Singer: Psycho Realm

From the album The Psycho Realm

Joaquin:
It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start
My whole crew's being torn apart
By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs
And if you're in the way they spray you bleed
The bad breed punks like sonny with dreams of running
The whole show trippin' off control and money

Sonny:
It's close to the time all my soldiers are in line
It's my motherfuckin' time to shine
All my soldiers are outside waiting for my sign
Big roller hostile take over
I won't hesitate to blow his old ass and be mero mero
You can't teach and old perro new tricks
So when i give you the signal take 'em out quick

Joaquin:
There's a knock on the door, it must be sonny
Watch him and his clique empty your clip if they trip
Yo, sonny, come inside i'm glad you arrived
Have a seat and the boss will be right with you in five

Sonny:
What? fuck that shit. i ain't got time for this
I got buisness to take care of with jesus, bitch
Get him out here in a hurry
And get the fuck out my face before you get buried

Gus:
I kicked down the door he thought he was dead
Lead staring at his head, this is what he said
Gustavo... it's nice to see you, huh
I said why the fuck did i get sacrificed?
You sold my soul to the devil
Now im livin' life at a strange level
I come back for the big payback
You don't wanna catch the bullet back so step back
Bring your arms around slow from the front to the back
Don't try and move quick don't try and move too fast
Revenge already calls for the gun to go blast
You don't wanna die for this pig ally
I plan for 15 years to kill this man

Joaquin:
And i'll have to be the one to fuck up your plans
It's on; they set it off my crew bare arms
Everybody in the scope gets smoked tryin' to fuck with the don

Sonny:
Fuck it. i'm going for broke let the gun smoke
Fill the room put jesus in his fuckin' tomb
I'm mgoing for mine and he's going for his
I'll piss on your grave and kill all your kids
Fuck all of you

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English Lyric: The Art Of Getting Jumped

- Album: Art Official Intelligence Mosa
- Singer: De La Soul

From the album Art Official Intelligence-mosa

I was..

[pos]
.. on my way, to the disco
You know the club, maseo was rockin rub that night
Midnight to four, name at the door
But the whole crew i can get in as well
So i got on my cell, called my nigga c. smith
Let this be a jam that we need not miss
"yeah i'm already en route," no doubt
Might even jump up on the mic
To make sure that this party's turned out
And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line
To stand we find girls screamin the blues
Miscellaneous shoes everywhere
"yo mase, what happened here?"
("go brooklyn!") yo brooklyn, y'all know the rules
Bump ?? people and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews
And that's why them dudes hearts all pumped
Done closed the club down,
Cause one of they niggaz got jumped
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
Uh-huh, you heard the hook
No matter you braveheart or shook
You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath
I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
Some saw it comin and for others it was surprise
Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **

[dove]
Yo! when they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads
My new york city dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the ("whoo!") that's when the bullshit'll start
It only takes a second less you got on ice
Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice
Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
My only advice is don't fall and book ass
For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position
Where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara)
Shoot, go and ask tara, just for havin good hair
Man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (arrrgh!!)
It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits
Waitin for the first vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **

[pos]
It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
And ya best believe we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew
Against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya
For reasons like - not in the right part of town
Actin like you wore a crown
Some occasions long and mean to earn the right
To throw signs wearin only one color scheme
And bein positive is no exclusion
That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions
For flossin your hard-earned shine
I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest
Then it's some other niggaz time
You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage
Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin,
"black people unite," and still catch a lump from the
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **
** jump, jump, jump to it! **

[maseo]
Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped
We had to put this one on the album y'know?
Yeah - this is dedicated
To them punk motherfuckers out in germany
That turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club
Tried to knock me senseless
They just couldn't get me though
That's why i second round outside on 'em
Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards
And that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (hahahaha)

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