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Wednesday, 23 July 2014
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Down With The Clique (Aaliyah)

First Verse:
Well now I guess it's time for me to wreck shop,
So show your peace while the beat drops,
And if you're in the house just throw your hands up,
And let me see my brothas and sistas spread luv
And if you're not down there's sumthin wrong see,
'Cause see my project homies, they got my back G,
Droppin' a old school with a new school..
PA's in the house and it's a good thang..

(chorus)
Well if you down with the clique,
let me hear you say (I'm down wit it)
(repeat 4X)

Second Verse:
Now it's a phone checker, I musn't do this
And if you didn't know I thought you knew this,
It took a little time but now it's on see
You been waiting for so long to beep me...hmmm...
So check check check it out, all the dogs in the house (woof woof woof),
So pump your fist in the air and say,
R. Kelly's on the track and it's a good thang

(chorus)
Well if you down with the clique,
let me hear you say (I'm down wit it)
(repeat 4X)

(break it down)
tonite is the night that I...
I take you boy and I put you in my good thang all night...

R.Kelly Rap:
First we have the Black ground posse in her clique
Then we have the funky second chapter in her clique
PA's in the house and yes you know they're in her clique
And all the project homies are down with the clique
Well now we have the double x-tra large in her clique
Plus we have the DA to the Smahd in her clique
Then we have the down town possee in her clique
Peace to the hood cause ya down with her clique
(chorus repeat til' fade out)

Throw Your Hands Up (Aaliyah)

Tia Intro:
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Ha Ha Aaliyah's in the house
So check check check chicidy check check check it out

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Ha Ha Aaliyah's house fools
So check check check it out

Verse 1 [Aaliyah]:
The time has finally come to
Say my peace
With the funky hip hop swing ooohh check it
No holding back

Now it's the time To get busy
So take me to the bridge

Brigde:
I work hard for mine
Spending all my time
To give you what need

Chorus 1 [Tia Rap]:
So if you down with the funky flava
Throw your hands up
And if you got the fever for Aaliyah
Throw your hands up
And if you down wit blackround
Throw your hands
And if you got soul
Let me se your hands up
If you got bass in your jeep
Throw your hands up
If you not down wit the crack
Throw your hands and
If you think you hype enough to swing it
Throw your hands up
And if you down with the second chapter
Throw your hands up un

Verse 2 [Aaliyah]:
Straight from the streets
Is where I'm coming from (straight out the streets)
With a touch or jazz in me
Check it (Come on)
Takin no strokes
When it comes down to shows
Gotta wreck it (wreck it)
So take me to the bridge

Brigde:
I work hard for mine
Spending all my time
To give you what need

Chorus 2 [Tia Rap]:
So if you down wit the Pa
Let me see your hands up
If your heads bobbing to the track
Throw you hands up
If you got loot in you pockets
Throw your hands up
And if your not foul
Let me see your hands up
And you are protected and you know it
Throw your hands up
If R.Kelly's records shot
Let me see your hands up
If your body's swinging to the track
Throw your hands up
And if you want some more of the flava
Throw your hands up

Tia Rap:
Uh Uh Uh yea yea
Uh Uh Uh yea yea
Uh Uh Uh yea yea
Yo Aaliyah bust a freestyle...

Aaliyah:
This is for the jeeps
Strictly for the jeeps
This is for the jeeps
(Repeat 1x)

Young Nation (Aaliyah)

Chorus:
Young nation under a groove
Keeping it smooth with a jazz attitude
Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth
Young nation under a groove
Keeping it smooth with a jazz attitude
Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth

Verse 1:
As I'm strollin' down the park with really nothing on my mind
Laid back and I'm just thinkin' of old times
Pop in our Isley Brothers tape when I'm waxin'
Peepin' through my side-view checkin' out my waxin'
Hey! I gotta say today's a good day for me the lover on the way
Ho! Time to hit the six-four
And pump the bass down just to let them know
Aaliyah's in the house so I think you'd better check my flow
Hello! Hello!
I'm the young nation and young nation is me
So here we go from the one the two and to the three-ee-ee

(chorus)

Verse 2:
I check my celular because my beepers beepin'
Booty calls are creepin'
Fellas on the corner beepin' me (Wassup, wassup)
Don't set it off
So I pick up my girls and hit the streets just because...
Jazz-aray, it's Saturday and...
The sun is blazin', it's so amazin'
And if you are a YNP and you're rollin' with the PGP, congratulations
I know I got the skills to make you trip
R Kelly's flippin' tracks so grab a hold and don't you sit
The nigga diggin nation that's a sooner gets my grip
So raise your hands if you're sure...
Are you a young nation?

(chorus)

Verse 3:
Well, six o' clock, girls are round and now I'm steppin'
Stop to get some dressin', to the mall I'm flexin'
You know to get them funky croaka-sacks
Tonight I'm hittin' the town, ain't holding nothing back
Hey!, Well alright tonight is the night
Well I'm in the mood for celebration, or even some jazzy conversation
Hey! It's O.K here I come so anyway
I'm the young nation and young nation is me
So here we go from the one the two and to the three

(chorus 2x)

Ladies In Da House (Aaliyah)




[Featuring Missy]
If My Ladies In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay)
If My Fellas In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay).
(Repeat)
Im Talkin To My Ladies, Across The World.
Are You lookin For A Pl-Pl-Playa? Tell Me Whats The Word.
To The East Side, I Roll To The West Side Of Town.
I Came To Represent, And Show You How I Get Down.
*If My Ladies In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay)
If My Fellas In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay).
(Repeat)*
Talkin-Talkin To My Fa-Fa-Fellas, Across The Sea.
I Heard Ya Lookin For A Cu-Cu-Cutie, So It Must Be Me.
I Came To Party, Theres No Doubt.
Aaliyahs Gonna Show You How, To Turn This Mother Out.
*If My Ladies In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay)
If My Fellas In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay).
(Repeat)*
*Bad Girls, Talkin Bout A Bad Bad Girl.
Ba-Bad Girls, Talkin Bout A Bad Bad Girl.*
(Missy)
You Damn-Damn, Skip-Skippy,
If The Track Is Like Paper, Im Garaunteed To Rip It,
Smells Good Here Sniff It.
Im Lifted, Nigga No I Aint Also Gifted.
Ima Let Him Mix It, Hit It Hit-Hit-Hit It.
Aaliyah, The L-I-Y-A-H.
Step To Me Mistakably, Phatalicious, Make 3 Wishes
Track-Track, Dirty Like Dishes,
Hi-Hi Hee-Hee-Hee Hi, Hee-Hee-Hee Hi, Hi Hi Hi
O My.
*If My Ladies In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay (Hey-E-Ay)
If My Fellas In The House Tonight Let Me Here You Say-E-Ay
(Hey-E-Ay).*
(Repeat)

Train Of Thought (A-Ha)

He likes to have the morning paper's
Crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
It's another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of nked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, He unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door

And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this

And his thoughts...

And at heart
He's full of strangers
Doging on his train of thought
Train of thought

Halfway Through The Tour (A-Ha)

Words and music by Paul Waaktaar-Savoy

Halfway through the tour
We'll be somewhere else tomorrow
Halfway through the tour
We'll be somewhere else tomorrow
And you know
I can't do much more (I can't wish for more)
Than walking out that door
And make for home tomorrow
Halfway through the tour

Halfway through the tour
Houses set back from the road
Halfway through the tour
Across a dry expanse we go
And you know
I can't do much more (I can't wish for more)
Than walking out that door
And make for home tomorrow
Halfway through the door

But when the crowd engage
And takes you to a place
That you now
Everyone can be a part of
Everyone can be a part of it

Halfway through the tour
While there's money to be made
Halfway through the tour
From the public eye we fade
And you know
Across a dry expanse
We're flying by the seat of our pants
We'll be somewhere else tomorrow

Halfway through the tour
I can't do much more

Scoundrel Days (A-Ha)

Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days

Bang-A-Boomerang (ABBA)

Making somebody happy is a question of give and take
You can learn how to show it so come on, give yourself a break
Every smile and every little touch
Don't you know that they mean so much
Sweet sweet kisses so tender
Always will return to sender

Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum
By giving away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love
A boom-a-boomerang is love

Love is always around and you can look for it anywhere
When you feel that you've found it my advice is to take good care
Never use it as a selfish tool
Never ever be such a fool
Every feeling you're showing
Is a boomerang you're throwing

Yes a bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hum-de-hum-hum
By giving away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
So bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love

And if you're warm and tender
I'll kiss you, return to sender
Please surrender

Bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love
A boom-a-boomerang is love





Knowing Me Knowing You (ABBA)

No more carefree laughter
Silence ever after
Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes
Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Knowing me, knowing you
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you
We just have to face it, this time we're through
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
Knowing me, knowing you
It's the best I can do

Mem'ries, good days, bad days
They'll be, with me always
In these old familiar rooms children would play
Now there's only emptiness, nothing to say

Knowing me, knowing you
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you
We just have to face it, this time we're through
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
Knowing me, knowing you
It's the best I can do

Knowing me, knowing you
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you
We just have to face it, this time we're through
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
Knowing me, knowing you
It's the best I can do

The Day Before You Came (ABBA)

Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame
The day before you came

Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came




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