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jackangel
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Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
The heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
The heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
In your eyes In your eyes
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Imakarum_Mirabilis
Guest
Peter Gabriel's cool.
He's like Phil Collin's brother, in my mind.
He's like Phil Collin's brother, in my mind.
C
Chester_Copperpot
Guest
Mc Hammer
U Can't Touch This
You can't touch this (Repeat 5x)My, my, my music hits me so hardMakes me say Oh my LordThank you for blessing meWith a mind to rhyme and two hype feetIt feels good, when you know you're downA super dope homeboy from the OaktownAnd I'm known as suchAnd this is a beat, uh, you can't touchI told you homeboy (You can't touch this)Yeah, that's how we living and you know (You can't touch this)Look at my eyes, man (You can't touch this)Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics (You can't touch this)Fresh new kicks, advanceYou gotta like that, now you know you wanna danceSo move, outta your seatAnd get a fly girl and catch this beatWhile it's rolling, hold onPump a little bit and let 'em know it's going onLike that, like thatCold on a mission so fall them backLet 'em know, that you're too muchAnd this is a beat, uh, you can't touchYo, I told you (You can't touch this)Why you standing there, man? (You can't touch this)Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka (You can't touch this)Give me a song, or rhythmMake 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'emNow, they knowYou talking about the Hammer you talking about a showThat's hype, and tightSingers are sweating so pass them a wipeOr a tape, to learnWhat's it gonna take in the 90's to burnThe charts? LegitEither work hard or you might as well quitThat's word because you know... You can't touch this (Repeat 3x)Break it down! (Music breaks down) Stop, Hammer time!Go with the funk, it is saidThat if you can't groove to this then you probably are deadSo wave your hands in the airBust a few moves, fun your fingers through your hairThis is it, for a winnerDance to this and you're gonna get thinnerMove, slide your rumpJust for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bumpYeah... (You can't touch this)Look, man (You can't touch this)You better get hype, boy, because you know (You can't touch this)Ring the bell, school's back in (You can't touch this)Break it down! (Crazy bridge) Stop, Hammer time!You can't touch this (Repeat 4x)Break it down! (Nice pants, Hammer) Stop, Hammer time!Every time you see meThe Hammer's just so hypeI'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the micNow why would I ever stop doing this?With others making records that just don't hitI've toured around the world, from London to the BayIt's Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo HammerAnd the rest can go and playYou can't touch this (Repeat 8x)
U Can't Touch This
You can't touch this (Repeat 5x)My, my, my music hits me so hardMakes me say Oh my LordThank you for blessing meWith a mind to rhyme and two hype feetIt feels good, when you know you're downA super dope homeboy from the OaktownAnd I'm known as suchAnd this is a beat, uh, you can't touchI told you homeboy (You can't touch this)Yeah, that's how we living and you know (You can't touch this)Look at my eyes, man (You can't touch this)Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics (You can't touch this)Fresh new kicks, advanceYou gotta like that, now you know you wanna danceSo move, outta your seatAnd get a fly girl and catch this beatWhile it's rolling, hold onPump a little bit and let 'em know it's going onLike that, like thatCold on a mission so fall them backLet 'em know, that you're too muchAnd this is a beat, uh, you can't touchYo, I told you (You can't touch this)Why you standing there, man? (You can't touch this)Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka (You can't touch this)Give me a song, or rhythmMake 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'emNow, they knowYou talking about the Hammer you talking about a showThat's hype, and tightSingers are sweating so pass them a wipeOr a tape, to learnWhat's it gonna take in the 90's to burnThe charts? LegitEither work hard or you might as well quitThat's word because you know... You can't touch this (Repeat 3x)Break it down! (Music breaks down) Stop, Hammer time!Go with the funk, it is saidThat if you can't groove to this then you probably are deadSo wave your hands in the airBust a few moves, fun your fingers through your hairThis is it, for a winnerDance to this and you're gonna get thinnerMove, slide your rumpJust for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bumpYeah... (You can't touch this)Look, man (You can't touch this)You better get hype, boy, because you know (You can't touch this)Ring the bell, school's back in (You can't touch this)Break it down! (Crazy bridge) Stop, Hammer time!You can't touch this (Repeat 4x)Break it down! (Nice pants, Hammer) Stop, Hammer time!Every time you see meThe Hammer's just so hypeI'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the micNow why would I ever stop doing this?With others making records that just don't hitI've toured around the world, from London to the BayIt's Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo HammerAnd the rest can go and playYou can't touch this (Repeat 8x)
Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Me so horny
Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
saying flat butt's the only thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
(LA face with Oakland booty)
I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby, I got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Me so horny
Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
saying flat butt's the only thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
(LA face with Oakland booty)
I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby, I got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back
C
Code
Guest
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear…
It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son….
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc….
And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear…
It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son….
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc….
And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
