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Brooklyn Bounce lyrics

Born To Bounce

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Music is my destiny these are the sounds of brooklyn bounce hahaha get ready it's showtime kick it here we go we gotta rock the place feel it (feel it) the beats are rockin' drums you're about to experience the ultimate show, the reason why we're born to bounce we're born to bounce we're gonna rock the show the ultimate sound we're born to bounce we're born to bounce get ready music is my destiny we're harder than the best and tougher than the rest music is my destiny we're born to bounce music is my destiny music is my destiny this music is my destiny my escape from reality music is my destiny can you hear the sound you know what time it is showtime we're born to bounce feel the bass i tell ya we're going to bounce if ya like to kick it you were born to bounce if ya like to freak out you were born to bounce if ya like to check my style you were born to bounce if ya like progressive sounds you were born to bounce get ready music is my destiny the music this music is my destiny we're born to bounce this music is my destiny my escape from reality this music is my destiny my escape from reality music is my destiny break it down again we're born to bounce we're born to bounce shall we kick it yes we can hahaha music is my destiny this music is my destiny we're born to bounce

Can I Kick It?

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Anthology"
Talking at the beginning: Hey y'all, we is havin a ball, And you know they ask me to get on the mic, And they ask me, Can I kick it? word Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can Proper song now: Can I kick it? Yes you can x7 Well I'm gone... Gone..... Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like a Tribe does, Before this did you really know what life was, Comprehend to the track for its wide cos, Gettin mentions on the tip of the vibe buzz, Rock 'n' roll to the beat of the funk fuzz, Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug, If you feel the urge to freak do the jitter bug, Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug, Afro-centric living is a big shrug, A life filled with *horn* thats what I love, A lower plateu is what we're above, If you diss us we wont even think of, Will nipper the doggy give a big shrug, This rhythm really fits like a snug glove, Like a box of positives its a plus love, As the Tribe flies high like a dove... Music but in background: Can I kick It? x2 Can I kick it Yes you can x7 Well I'm gone.... Gone..... Can I kick it? To my tribe that flows in layers, Right now Phife is a poem sayer, At times I'm a studio conveyer, Mr Dinkens will you please be my mayor, You'll be doing us a really big favour, Boy this track really has a lot of flavour, When it comes to rhythms Quest is your savior, Follow us for the funky behavior, Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya, Feel free to drop your pants and check your hair, Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer, A rhythm recipe that you'll savour, Doesn't matter if you're minor or major, Yes the Tribe of the game rhythm player, And you inhale like a breath of fresh air... Music but in background: Can I kick it? x2 Music fade to end...

Guns (Are For Pussies)

311 "311"
Here comes the thunder down under, we're natural wonders Night falls when weleave all you feel is the hunger Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes Dig onthe decade and realize it's funky No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger My ears have heard all these crews but we're badder Interracial, special, positive beings I am I be a cool awakwening It's getting hectic the metrics thebody electric Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses This is the citywe've reached we've come to Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves All thelights are red all the poets are dead A familiar nightmare appears in my head Times are a changin' myself I'm rearrangin' Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve allblazin' Born to act out, Paranoid with a gat Born to act out, Think you knowwhere it's at Born to act out, But you're lookin' like a sissie Born to act out, Guns are for pussies I'm not from Philly but some say I'm a blunt That's justthe way I am and no I'm not going to front And yes I took a trip to find outabout the ways of big City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty Prettyolder women in skirts conversation frisky Stinking cigarettes and plenty ofbourbon whisky Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd. Barflyfrolic room Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage Some just having fun openingsteam valvage I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover Had to pull upthe reigns or else smother Take it brother all the way and then you're scared Don't want to be unprepared You're getting paranoid, And then guns are shared You guys think you're hard, But you're in fear of getting harmed I fear no manand I am unarmed

The Bass And The Movement

ATMOSPHERE "God Loves Ugly"
[Sample] And we know how to make some music And the music ain't supposed to stand still And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro? Into the music isn't enough Music is all consuming, let me tell you... [Slug] You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch You wanna treat it like a playground? Well we can joke about your take down And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work." And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em' Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em' Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips And let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit "Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his style I haven't really heard a mac like this in a while" Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile Go ahead and download my dick to a file Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em' For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted You either call my bluff or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement" [Sample] I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old. And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo' The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes... [Slug] Step, step, step, step, step, step off You know you gotta get lost because you know your soft Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on Is all you gunna get when you try to test the Sean You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit You might as well hire me to come write your shit At least then nobody'll know who you bit It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit Silly buddy in a puddle of beer Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear "I heard your new song son, yo this your year" Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here You got no balance, combined with no talent Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallice Color me callused on a retribution tangent How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic? These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed Those your props? Gimme that. Your girl? Gimme that. A three pack of Jimmy hats I show you who the skinny mack You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable If she give good brains she can play with the halo "Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man. Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program." I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece So play the leach: Suck me dry Dot your "T's", cross your eyes And blow me counterclockwise So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace And be quiet if you love the police Now put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci Big ups if you bought my CD Now put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"

Skate

MONICA "Miss Thang"
Chorus: Everybody skate to the music, put your hands in the air Don't stop 'til it grooves ya, and you feel it everywhere Just skate to the music 'til you feel it going on Don't stop 'til ya lose it baby Everybody skate Verse 1: It's Sunday night, and we're about to have a ball The place is packed, been thinkin' bout it all day long People are jammin' and waiting for their favorite song With everyone in a world of their own Hook: Can't wait to get up on the floor And bounce around to the sounds Don't just sit up on the wall Get down, baby get down Chorus Verse 2: The beat is bumpin', the lights are movin' to the groove All in the light, we roll until the night is through Only a minute, before it puts you in the mood And from there, it's all up to you Hook: Can't wait to get up on the floor And bounce around to the sounds Don't just sit up on the wall Get down, baby get down Chorus till fade

Strawberry Letter 23

BONNIE RAITT
hello my love i heard a kiss from you. red magic satin playing near too all through the morning rain i gaze the sun doesn't sun rainbows and waterfalls run though my mind. in the garden i see west purple showers, bells, and tea orange birds and river cousins dressed in green. pretty music i hear so happy and loud blue flowers echo from a cherry cloud feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue playgrounds will laugh if you try to ask is it cool or is it cool if you arrive and don't see me i'm gonna be here with my baby i'm free flying in her arms over the sea feel sunshine yellow candy screens see speakers of kite with velvet roses digging freedom's flight a present from you strawberry letter 22 the music plays i sit in for a few

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