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Well, so long liberty |
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Let's forget you didn't show |
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Not in my time |
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But in our sons' and daughters' time |
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When you get the feeling |
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Call and you got a room |
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Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the ke-bab shop |
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In the streets of fear |
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Forgetting all our best tae-kwon-do moves |
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On a barrel of beer |
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We trying to get a signal on a |
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Ragga F.M. |
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Do the D.T. |
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I., bust C |
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NN Sucking the wine right outta the vine |
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Spitting it out again |
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Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' |
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Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' |
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Drive, drive, drive |
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Distance no object, rasta for |
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I Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Jumbalaya on the |
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Bayou Kool |
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Moe Dee was in the treacherous three |
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There's old school, new school and |
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Brownie Mc |
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Gee Going underwater to explode |
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Now night is falling on the grove |
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You can but dream |
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And I hear |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Jumbalaya on the |
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Bayou Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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There's jumbalaya on the |
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Bayou tonight in the grove |
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Well, so long liberty |
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Just let's forget you never showed |
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Not in my time |
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But in our sons' and daughters' time |
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When you get the feeling |
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Call and you got a room |
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Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the ke-bab shop |
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In the streets of fear |
|
Forgetting all those best tae-kwon-do moves |
|
On a barrel of beer |
|
Trying to get a signal through from |
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Ragga F.M. |
|
Do the D.T. |
|
I., bust C |
|
NN Sucking the swine right outta the vine |
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Spitting it back again |
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Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' |
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Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin' |
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Drive, drive |
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Distance no object, rasta for |
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I Somebody got a vision of a homeland |
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From a township, from a township window |
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Through a township window |
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Some crazy widow dares to have a vision |
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Starts seething, like |
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Seeming like a homeland on the plain |
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Not in focus yet |
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Seeming like a homeland on the plain |
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Not a focus yet |
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I'm groovin' with a free syle nation |
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And maximum density |
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And I say |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Jumbalaya on the |
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Bayou Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa |
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Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah |
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Only to shine, shine in gold, shine |
