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"Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley
"Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right. Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:") Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:" Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh! Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!" Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry! "'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry! Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no! 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! |
For DGQueen17, kddani & KillarneyRose
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Earl-eye in the morning Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Earl-eye in the morning! Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter, Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter, Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter, Earl-eye in the morning! What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! Put him the back of the paddy wagon, Put him the back of the paddy wagon, Put him the back of the paddy wagon, Earl-eye in the morning! Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober, Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober, Throw him in the lock-up 'til he's sober, Earl-eye in the morning! What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! |
To anyone who became a member of their organization in SPRING 2000 :D
Queen- We Are the Champions I've paid my dues - Time after time - I've done my sentence But committed no crime - And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand kicked in my face - But I've come through We are the champions - my friends And we'll keep on fighting - till the end - We are the champions - We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions - of the world - I've taken my bows And my curtain calls - You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all - But it's been no bed of roses No pleasure cruise - I consider it a challenge before the whole human race - And I ain't gonna lose - We are the champions - my friends And we'll keep on fighting - till the end - We are the champions - We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions - of the world |
For AlphaGanDiva & Firecracker
You two are OUT OF CONTROL, you must already have this song on repeat to inspire you!!
Regulate ~ WarrenG & Nate Dogg G: Regulators we regulate any stealing of his property and we're damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP! G: It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone Nate: Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213 G: So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." Nate: Since these girls peepin me I'm a glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey had some suckas all in his mix G: I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" Nate: They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down G: They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin in my own town If I had wings I would fly let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Nate: Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold now they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb G: Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact before I got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cause it's on N A T E and me the Warren to the G Nate: Just like I thought they were in the same spot in need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "ooo I like your size." she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice, would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the Eastside Motel G: I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-Funk step to this I dare ya Funk on a whole new level Nate: the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble G: Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk where rhythm is life and life is rhythm Nate: If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist if you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate Can't serenade you with any songs by Patron Saint Eazy E, his lyrics are a wee bit too graphic. |
For everyone's favorite drama queens
(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble) Wo! Oh-oh-oh! (We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble! We don't need no trouble! (We don't need no more trouble) Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble. What we need is love (love) To guide and protect us on. (on) If you hope good down from above, (love) Help the weak if you are strong now. (love) We don't need no trouble; What we need is love. Oh, no! We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble! Lord knows, we don't need no trouble! (We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) - no more trouble - no more trouble! Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...! Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah! We don't need no trouble; What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!) (We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble! We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble! We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!) We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble! We don't need no trouble! What we need is love! We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need - no more trouble - we don't need no more trouble! Trouble we don't need (we don't need), (We don't need) Lord, knows! - we don't need no more war (no more trouble). No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble! /fadeout/ |
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JAH LOVE
Live if you want to live
(Rastaman vibration, yeah! Positive!) That's what we got to give! (I'n'I vibration yeah! Positive) Got to have a good vibe! (Iyaman Iration, yeah! Irie ites!) Wo-wo-ooh! (Positive vibration, yeah! Positive!) If you get down and you quarrel everyday, You're saying prayers to the devils, I say. Wo-oh-ooh! Why not help one another on the way? Make it much easier. (Just a little bit easier) Say you just can't live that negative way, If you know what I mean; Make way for the positive day, 'Cause it's news (new day) - news and days - New time (new time), and if it's a new feelin' (new feelin'), yeah! - Said it's a new sign (new sign): Oh, what a new day! Pickin' up? Are you pickin' up now? Jah love - Jah love (protect us); Jah love - Jah love (protect us); Jah love - Jah love (protect us). Rastaman vibration, yeah! (Positive!) I'n'I vibration, yeah! (Positive!) Uh-huh-huh, a yeah! Iyaman Iration, yeah! (Irie ites!) Wo-oo-oh! *Positive vibration, yeah! (Positive!) Pickin' up? Are you pickin' up now? Pickin' up? Are you pickin' up now? Pickin' up? (Jah love, Jah love -) Are you pickin' (protect us!) up now? Pickin' up? (Jah love, Jah love -) Are you pickin' (protect us!) up now? Pickin' up? (Jah love, Jah love -) Are you pickin' (protect us!) up now? Pickin' up? Are you pickin' up now? |
Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitter
I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer Rottenness and evil in me Fingertips have memories Mine can't forget the curves of your body And when I feel a bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes (but no one ever does) I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell Been around the world and found That only stupid people are breeding The cretins cloning and feeding And I don't even own a tv Put me in the hospital for nerves And then they had to commit me You told them all I was crazy They cut off my legs now i'm an amputee, G*d damn you I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live so well I wanna publish zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue It doesn't hurt, it feels fine The trivial sublime I'd like to turn off time And kill my mind You kill my mind Paranoia! Paranoia! Everybody's coming to get me Just say you never met me I'm going underground with the moles Hear the voices in my head I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring But if you're bored then you're boring The agony and the irony, they' re killing me I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin to live so well |
To all the GCers tonight....
Let's Get Retarded, in here...
And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect. Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition. Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without. You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out. Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south. [Chorus:] Everybody, everybody, let's get into it. Get stupid. Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Yeah. Lose control, of body and soul. Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow. Don't get ahead, just jump into it. Ya'll here a body, two peices to it. Get stutted, get stupid. You'll want me body people will walk you through it. Step by step, like you're into new kid. Inch by inch with the new solution. Trench men hits, with no delusion. The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'. [Chorus:] Everybody, everybody, let's get into it. Get stupid. Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Yeah. Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and... Come on ya'll let's get...Oohhoo! Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow... ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya... Let's get ill, that's the deal. At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just) Lose your mind this is the time, Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just) Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your bentley. Get messy, loud and sick. Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So) Come then now do not correct it, let's get pregnant let's get hectic. [Chorus:] Everybody, everybody, let's get into it. Get stupid. (Come on) Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D) Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here. Yeah. Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here... Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow... ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya... Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade) |
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