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Escuchar Kambalache Negro performs Mama Juanita


Letras

Them Heavy People (Kate Bush)

Rolling (rolling) the ball, rolling (rolling) the ball, rolling (rolling) the ball to me
Rolling (rolling) the ball, rolling (rolling) the ball, rolling (rolling) the ball to me

They arrived at an inconvenient time
I was hiding in a room in my mind
They made me look at myself
I saw it well, I'd shut the people out of my life
So now I take the opportunities
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me
I must work on my mind
For now I realise
Everyone of us has a heaven inside

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Them heavy people help me
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Rolling the ball (rolling), rolling the ball (rolling), rolling the ball to me

They open doorways that I thought were shut for good
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu
They build up my body, break me emotionally
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!
I love the whirling of the dervishes
I love the beauty of rare innocence
You don't need no crystal ball
Don't fall for a magic wand
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Them heavy people help me
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Rolling the ball (rolling), rolling the ball(rolling), rolling the ball to me.......

Emotii (Cu Andre) (Parazitii)

'Nu, nu pleca, prima iubire...'

I:
Stau cu acu'-n vene si cu ochii-n geam
Sunt calare pe cantar, nu se vede c-am bagat 1 gram
Trag un fum fix in cap, ma port de-al dracului
Se deruleaza in fatza mea istoria acului.
?? pe tine, esti periculoasa
Deschide-mi usa ca sa borasc in casa
Se invarte tot cu mine, e bine
C-am femei sus pe bloc sa-i trag *** la inaltime.
Toti privirea sus care vor sa vada
O femei cu *** *** sus pe bloc gata sa cada
Tu nu tragi Gogule, sa nu ma minti
Ca ma spal la *** cu periuta ta de dinti.
Azi lansez ideea secolului, sa crestem marijuana in fatza blocului.

:
'Ramai si nu pleca'
Bagi H, nu vrei sa te lasi, bagi marijuana
'Prima iubire a mea
Ce mult te-am asteptat sa vii
Nimic nu ne va desparti.'

II:
'Am incercat sa-ti spun de-atatea ori
Privirea ta imi da fiori'
Zice mintea mea in gandul ei:'Nu-mi gasesc locul'
Hai sa mai fumam un cui, arde l-ar focu'
Timpul trece greu, pe langa timp alerg
Nu mai am directie, important e ca mai merg
Am o *** si trei *** prinse in sutienul tau de baie
Vad desene animate cand te ard la ADN
Dupa ultimele calcule *** un OZN
Decat sa ma duc dintr-o viroza
Mor de supradoza si ma trag in poza
Din locatia 0 transmitem in direct
Un mod exemplar de-a ne chiaunui complet
Puneti mana de la mana sa facem mai multe maini
Parazitii in efect, 'as vrea sa nu te schimbi niciodata
Am nevoie de o dragoste curata
Sentimentele sunt singura realitate
Tu imi dai putere si atunci cand esti departe.

:..

III(x3):
Bagi H, nu vrei sa te lasi, bagi marijuana
Le-ascunzi pe unde vrei sa nu le vada mama
Mama, hai, hai, hai sa-ti zic direct
De cat sa-mi ati venele prefer sa mi-le intep.

Done A Lot Of Things Different (Kenny Chesney)

I'd spend a lot more time
In the pouring rain without an umbrella ...
Covering my head.
And I'd stood up to that bully
When he pushed and called me names...
But I was too afraid.
And I'd a gone on and saw Elvis
That night he came to town...
But mama said I couldn't.
And I'd a went skinny dipping with Jenny Carson
That time she dared me to...
But I didn't.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different


I wished I'd a spent more time
With my dad when he was alive..
Now I don't have the chance.
I wish I had told my brother,
How much I loved him before
He went off to war...
But I just shook his hand.
And I wish I had gone to church
On Sunday morning when my grandma begged me to...
But I was afraid of God.
And I wish I would've listened when they said Boy, you're gonna wish you hadn't...
But I wouldn't.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.


People say they wouldn't change a thing,
Even if they could...
Oh but I would.


There was this red dress she wanted one time
So bad she could taste it.
I should've bought it...
But I didn't.
She wanted to paint our bedroom yellow
And trim it blues and greens...
But I wouldn't let her,
Wouldn't a hurt nuthin.
She loved to be held and kissed and touched...
But I didn't do it, not nearly enough.
And if I'd a known that dance
Was going to be our last dance...
I'd have asked that band to play on & on & on.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.


People say they wouldn't change a thing,
Even if they could...
Oh but I would.


Ohhhhh... Oh I,
I'd Done A Lot Of Things Different.
Oh I, I'd Done A Lot Of Things...

I think we'd all
Do A Lot Of Things Different.

Johnny 99 (Los Lobos)

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month
Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none
He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine
He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99

Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop
Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top
When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99

Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared young Johnny down
Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime
Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99

A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted "Judge don't take my boy this way"
Well son you got a statement you'd like to make
Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away

Now judge judge I had debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away
Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man
But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand

Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead
And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head
Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time
And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

Joe's Garage (Frank Zappa)

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park

Larry:
(It makes its own sauce . . . if you add water)

Joe:
It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

Larry:
We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again
Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin',
"TURN IT DOWN!"
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like . . .

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
LET'S SEE IF YOU'VE GOT SOME MORE!

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again . . .

Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the WHITE ZONE . . .

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling THE POLICE!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I did it!

Joe:
So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here . . . shortly!

Joe:
By, by, the years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:
Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Joe:
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . .
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut . . . and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

Hillbilly With A Heartache (Tracy Lawrence)

He's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy, he wouldn't harm a fly
Nadine down at the hair salon promised she would be his bride
He took it hard when she ran off with the beauty supply salesman
But that's how romance goes sometimes but Herschel don't understand
(Chorus)
He'll play the same sad song on the old jukebox
Drink up every dime he's got
He'll peel out in his pickup truck, sling gravel through the parking lot
You wouldn't wanna tangle with a grizzley bear
or step on a copperhead snake
So if you cross his path you better beware, been wounded by a woman
He's a hillbilly with a heartache
___
He was gonna buy her a modular home with no wax linoleum floors
Now his mama's worried cause he don't drop by to watch wrestling anymore
He just rides around with a loaded shotgun hangin' in his rifle rack
If I was that smooth talk' city boy
I'd sure be watching my back
(Repeat Chorus)
Them big old arms that used to hold her tight
Cound bring about any man down
When a good ol' boy's been hurt real bad
He just don't give a damn
(Repeat Chorus)
Been wounded by a woman
He's a hillbilly with a heartache

What's Your Mama's Name (Tanya Tucker)

Thiry some odd years ago
A young man came to Memphis
Askin' 'bout a rose that used to blossom
In his world
People never took the time
to mind the young man's questions
Until one day they heard him ask
a little green eyed girl

Chorus:
What's your mama's name child
What's your mama's name
Does she ever talk about
A place called New Orleans
Has she ever mentioned
A man named Bueferd Wilson
What's your mama's name child
What's your mama's name

Twenty some odd years ago
A drunk went down in Memphis
Lost a month of life and labor
To the county jail
Just because he asked a little green eyed girl a question
And offered her a nickel's worth of candy if she'd tell

A year and some odd days ago
An old man died in Memphis
Just another wayward
So the county had to claim
Inside the old mans ragged coat
They found a faded letter
It said you have a daughter
And her eyes are Wilson green

Reapeat Chorus

Trouble (Travis Tritt)

Well I play this old guitar from nine to half past one.
I`m just trying to make a livi`n watching everybody else having fun.
Well I dont miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world you`re doi`n A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryi`n to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare `cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raiseme right

Cause mama never told me `bout nothing like Y-O-U
bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n honey to
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talki`n, **y walkin`n, honky tonki`n baby
The men are gonna love ya and the women gonna hate ya
Remindi`n them of everything they`re never gonna be
May be the beginning of the world war three

`Cause the world ain`t ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n mama to, yeah
Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Fallen Angels (Dear Jill) (Mia X)




Dear Jill
I've been trying to do my thing
Since you've been away
But I think about you everyday
It's still hard
I'm still bitter
Still missin you sister
I pour out a little liquor
Spray your favorite perfume
We hit the blunt now and then
Bust out laughin and chokin
Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin
Your mom is coping but it's so rough
I can see it in her eyes
I can't stand to be around her too long
She makes me wanna cry
Why do God sometimes take away the good ones
That's the big question that's got everybody stressin
Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers
Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters
It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays
We try to keep busy, taking extra work days
My hurt days is when I go to ???
Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with
I really get sick
When I think about that dirty nigga
But mentally I know he's gettin his
That makes me sleep better
I'm never gonna let your memory die
Even though a big part of me died when you left us
I bought my moms a house
The kids are gettin so big
Even got me a man and all
We call him Hotboy
Our kinda nigga
Thugged out, slugged up
Bad temper known for tearin shit up
He treats me nice though
But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard
To stay on the right track and stay on guard
Lord knows that I love you, my friend
And I'ma end this until we meet again
I miss you, Jill

Chorus: repeat 4X

Fallen, fallen angels
I can't believe that you are gone
I'm standing here all alone

Slaughtahouse (Masta Ase Inc.)




* This song has two parts:
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff
for 1993" gangsta parody following the "Classroom" skit
B. Paula Perry introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse

Part A:

(Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
This is MC Negro
And this is this Ign ant MC
And this is our new mother** single
OUR NEW SHIT
Slaughtahouse
This shit is called Slaughtahouse
Negro! Coming off our last platinum LP
Platinum LP
_Shit's Real Killin' Mother**ers Dead_
Killin em dead
And this is how we gonna rock shit for the nine-tray

Verse One: MC Negro

Here come the craziest niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, ever since birth
Blood and guts are gonna spill
Cuz it's murder murder murder, and kill kill kill
Chainsaw in my holster
Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a poster
So when I grab my axe you better drop
Cause I'm "swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse

Yeah, yo Ign-ant MC
Whassup?
Show these niggaz what the dress code is
Aight

Verse Two: Ign-ant MC

Strictly Raiders and Kings gear
Only wear black and I don't know how to act
no more... so come and take a chance and
Mess around with the black Charles Manson
Body parts in the freezer
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma
So open up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a little mo'

Outro:

Yeahhh, mother**er
Yeah!
This is MC Negro
And this the Ign-ant MC
And this shit is real over here, mother**er, real real
This is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
Brains on the sidewalk!
And all we wanna do now
Is murder murder murder, kill kill kill

Part B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and it's a brand new year
Time for the weak-ass, wack-ass
No-skills, negative, anti-everything
MC's to get shut down
They're gettin Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin played
Too much money bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed
Take these suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Whatcha know about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I break your crown
I make you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole block
Got the funk dialect in stock
With the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, that be flying
Kids don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't find their brains with a drill
Check it...
*sound of a drill*
[What a funny little house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a playpen
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
This is the place where freestyling skills
are sharp like axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be itchin
for the green and, everybody's talking like they're mean and
crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for this yo
Make me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
Then I can be the (man)
I can be the (man)
Cause they see me with the gun in my hand
I, am not, down with the standard
The man did, not do, what every other man did
Candid, just like the man Allen Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So throw your hands up in the air
If you really don't care
about the next man's life, you get the chair
In the Slaughtahouse
[The price a rapper must pay]

Outro:

Whassup kid you hear that new album _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
Yeah it's FAT right?
Yeah I like that part
MURDER MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
Yaknow that's what it's all about
Yeah I'm gonna be just like that when I grow up
You think I ain't?

[Lord Digga]
This is a brand new year for mother**er's heads to start burstin
Masta Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Lord Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor Builder
Watch your back black man
Your biggest enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, breeds death
Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's
And death of the original man, turned killer man


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