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Listen Reggae bali - mr.sunshine


Lyrics

Mucho Quieren Fumar (Ivy Queen)

Muchos quieren tumbarme
les digo mira no no no que no van a poder
si cuando canto la gente sabe que llego la queen la nena del reggae

Muchos quieren tumbarme
les digo mira no no no que no van a poder
si cuando canto la gente sabe que llego la queen la nena del reggae

Pero a mi me llamaron para cantar
Para que mi mensaje pueda llegar
Hoy tomo la bandera femenina
Mi pueblo me corona la campeona

Y me pregunto que sucede hoy en dia
Que la que me casa a ti te sale albolia
Los que juran amor, eternamente
terminan dandole hacer cosa a la muerte
Y por que
despues de que es de sus manos hasta comer
Los ni�os a la escuela y verlos crecer
ser una servidora y amante fiel
Eran muerte
Y por que
Si lejos del vicio a ti te quiso ver
si mira hasta la casa que puede tener
Lucho por tu trabajo y hogar tambien
eran muerte

Muchos quieren tumbarme
les digo mira no no no que no van a poder
si cuando canto la gente sabe que llego la queen la nena del reggae

Muchos quieren tumbarme
les digo mira no no no que no van a poder
si cuando canto la gente sabe que llego la queen la nena del reggae

Por todas las mujeres quiero yo hablar
Que pare el mercado al conyugal
Si tu juras amor es x q haz de marchar
Y dejas cicatrizes q no sanan

No quiero llanto en la tierra Solo alegria
Vivamos de la paz mira dia a dia
Los que juran amor eternamente
Terminan dandole a hacer cosa a la muerte

Ay Dios
cuida de las gales de todo el mundo
No permitas que caigan en el dolor
El maltrato fisico y la depresion
Y la muerte

Solo tu
Sabes lo que habra en el juicio final
Para todo aquel hombre que quiera abusar
Los que viven de ella y la dejan con na'
dale fuerte

Muchos quieren tumbarme
les digo mira no no no que no van a poder
si cuando canto la gente sabe que llego la queen la nena del reggae

Stand The Ghetto (Bernard Lavilliers)

Si tu danses reggae
Si tu danses reggae
Tu balances reggae
Sans défense reggae
S'est spécial reggae
Infernal reggae
Ça commence à cogner
Comme un cœur régulier

I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto

Tout l'monde danse, tu te traînes
Tout l'monde fume et tu bois
Downtown, ça enchaîne
Dans les rhumbars en bois
Quand ça cause le reggae
Ça explose reggae
C'est le seul reggae
Qui déboule reggae

I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto

Derrière les barbelés
Trois rangés bien gardées
Ils attendent de crever
De sortir de braquer
Pour le flingue dans ta poche
T'es coincé à gun court
Jusque-là le reggae
Viendra t'réveiller

I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto

Elle est noire et dorée
Elle est belle à crever
Regarde-la marcher
Et danser son reggae
Fait trop chaud pour chanter
Fait trop soif pour noter
Trop beau pour t'expliquer
Ce qui s'passe dans l'reggae

I and I love the island in the sun
I and I know when and where I go
But it is so hard to feed my kids
But it is so hard to stand the ghetto

Face Facts (Kottonmouth Kings)

Figured out long time ago
Nothing's as it seems don't you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the po**tion's out the loop

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him "What's the plan?"
He took a hit, blew out his rip
And said, "Let's plant the land"

Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin
Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin
Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin
On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs
AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin
Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had
(??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin
While he's bitchin, and I snapped
I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race
I had the pole position, no but kiddin'
And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen
I was dishin' out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin
I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Think you can out smoke me, well I'm calling you a liar
Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire
I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each
No leaves, they're clipped clean
But the few they hit the bing
Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring
I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle
Ah what the hell, just put out the word
Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve

Graduated high school back in '95,started writin' rhymes
Laid low, I'm hard to find
A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh
Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed
I'm not the best, just flexed on the next
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed
I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test
Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ooh damn, there he goes again
Throwin' his cigarettes out the window
Blowin' fog with logs, sticky indo
You know it comes a dime a dozen
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and
Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you know who

Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' "Gimme some more"
Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain's crazed
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like Frito, Lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew's talking about "What if...?"'s

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must
Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops
(??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)
All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways
Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)
That's what's really goin' on, life's too short to be a victim
If you don't like what you got, respond
When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove
It's time to make a change, so chose

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ganja business controls America

Morena Raiz (Tribo Dejah)

Ela é bonita no seu jeito normal de ser
Morena raiz, natural, sensual quase sem querer
Mulher-menina maneira, não tem frescura
Flor nordestina do amor, da cor da doçura

Morena raiz
Menina, mulher verdadeira
Morena raiz
Maninha, te ver me faz viver
Me faz feliz a vida inteira.

Tão longe, quando estou
Tão longe, distante na estrada
Distante, em algum instante
Quando eu lembro
Você sorrindo,
Não há mais nada
Nada mais lindo
Que contemplar
A beleza límpida
Sem mentira
A beleza simples
A luz cristalina do teu olhar

Tão longe, mesmo quando estou
Tão longe, lembrar é um conforto
Pensar em voltar, parar em teu porto
Te abraçar
Ficar bem juntinho
Coração com coração
Batendo apertadinho
Beijando o teu beiço carnudo e dançando
Agarradinho
Um reggae rolando,
Os pés deslizando no chão,
A mente delirando de satisfação.

Reggae Chanmé (Daddy Mory)

Give thanks and praise to the Most High night and day
Daddy Mory pon themic MC again naman
Yeh man tous ceux qui aiment le Reggae Music naman
Daddy Mory again naman, watcha now, me sing
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah
Faut respecter ça, boy il faut pas fay ça
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah
Faut respecter ça, boy il faut pas fay ça, ka wa
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je l'chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, me say
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je l'chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, tcha !
Ce que disent les gens je m'en fous
Que c'est une musique de drogués, de ouf, que c'est pas une musique pour nous
Moi j'leur dis, j'lacherai pas un point c'est tout
Même si il faut qu'on se fasse la guerre
Et que je te traîne dans la boue
Tu peux même me mettre la corde au coup
Jamais devant toi je n'baisserai les yeux
Jamais devant toi je me mettrai à genoux
Tu peux même me mettre la corde au coup
Jamais devant toi je n'baisserai les yeux
Jamais devant toi je me mettrai à genoux
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je l'chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, me say
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je l'chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, tcha !
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est chanmé
Et c'est en Jamaïca que ça a commencé
Le plus po**ire des artistes s'appellait Bob Marley
... couronner le prince du Reggae
À cette époque j'étais jeune, j'étais pas encore Deejay
Et ce sont mes grands frères qui m'ont conseillé
Car je savais qu'un jour le Reggae serait classé premier
Et j'ai décidé de travailler dur pour un jour y arriver
J'ai commencé à faire mes locks, j'ai commencé à fumer la sensi
J'ai commencé à detester les cops
J'ai commencé à chanter du Reggae
J'ai arrêté de faire le ** up
Tous les jours je prie Sa Majesté "Jah" King Selassie I le premier, me sing again
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
J'le chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, me say
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
J'le chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, tcha !
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah
Faut respecter ça, boy il faut pas fay ça, moi ka diou li
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah ...
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah
Faut respecter ça, boy il faut pas fay ça
Reggae Music c'est la musique de Jah Jah
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je le chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, me say
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je le chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say
Cette musique contrôle le monde depuis des années
Les rastamen sont là pour la représenter, tcha !
Ce que disent les gens je m'en fous
Que c'est une musique de drogués, de ouf, que c'est pas une musique pour nous
Moi j'leur dis, j'lacherai pas un point c'est tout
Même si il faut qu'on se fasse la guerre
Et que je te traîne dans la boue
Tu peux même me mettre la corde au coup, me mettre la corde au coup
Jamais devant toi je n'baisserai les yeux
Jamais devant toi je me mettrai à genoux, you full
Le Reggae est bad, le Reggae est big, le Reggae est chanmé
Je le chante avec le coeur
Je le fais pas seulement pour la money, me say

6 Foot 5 (Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards)

Coco March morning northern California back in 1973
He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16
Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide
No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five.
Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard
On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar
How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't
Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole
He said I don't wanna be more no more,
No I don't wanna be more no more,
No I don't wanna be more no more,
No I don't wanna be more no ** more
Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't
Stay if you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way
Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws
From their boots to their mutton chops
Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards

Genius Of Love (Talking Heads)

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
Im gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

Im in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
Theres no beginning and there is no end
Time isnt present in that dimention
Hell take my arm
When were walkin, rolling and rocking
Its one time Im glad Im not a man
Feels like Im dreaming, but Im not sleeping

Im in heaven
With the maven of funk mutation
Clintons musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin and shakin to Bob Marley
Reggaes expanding with Sly and Robbie

All the weekend
Boyfriend was missing
I surely miss him
The way hed hold me in his warm arms
We went insane when we took cocaine.

Stepping in a rhythm to a Kurtis Blow
Who needs to think when your feet just go
With a hiditihi and a hipitiho
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
Who needs to think when your feet just go ...
James Brown, James Brown
James Brown, James Brown

If you see him
Please remind him, unhappy boyfriend
Well hes the genius of love
Hes got a greater depth of feeling
Well hes the genius of love
Hes so deep.

Get Up On That Funk (W.C. And The Maad Circle)




[Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

[W.C.]
Check it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo
I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And this is a preview, somethin to move to
Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
to the next paragraph I must move on
You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

..

"Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"

[Coolio]
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the record player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
and give the real meanin of the word funk

[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word funk?
Well let me give a demonstration
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
In other words, an organization of my homeboys
stealin from the rich and famous
And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo
Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new cars
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO'**
That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
So everybody watch your back
I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I know you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 4X)

reggae dot com (tony q rastafara)

Yaa maan!
Reggae gak harus gimbal
Gimbal gak slalu reggae
Reggae gak harus baganjo
Ganjo ga slalu reggae
Reggae musiknya pecinta damai

(*)
Gue gak doyan reggae
Tapi sangat gila menggaulinya
Gue gak suka reggae
Tapi sangat "gimbal" menggilainya

Setiap pagi (hari) mencuci otak
Setiap malam mengalir dalam darah
Setiap hari getarkan jiwa
Setiap saat "gimbal" di hati
Woyoo.. reggae.. woyoo.. reggae..
Uuyeee.. reggae.. uuyeee.. reggae..

Jarene sopo reggae ora penak
Jarene sopo reggae ora**eng
Wong penak e koyo ngene rasane

kembali ke (*)

Woyoo.. reggae.. uuyeee.. reggae..

Kaya Natalia (El Cuarteto De Nos)

Vine a verlo por mi hija doctor,
que en el liceo otro año repitió,
me pide plata todo el día
pa chupar vino e la esquina.

Y tiene un novio con pita de reggae
que la trae de noche en un BMW
el tipo es veinte años mayor
y fuma cigarros con olor.

Qué hago doctor con mi hija menor?.
Qué hago doctor?. Esta mocosa.
Ay que dolor, quince primaveras son.
Ay que dolor, si está mamada, pichicateada
o es solo mi error.

El otro día le encontré a esta imbécil
un preservativo en el libro de catequesis
ya tiene la barriga hinchada
me la dejó embarazada.

Qué hago doctor con mi hija menor?.
Qué hago doctor?. Esta mocosa.
Ay que dolor, quince primaveras son.
Ay que dolor, si está mamada, está engualichada
o es solo mi error.

by cuitron (montevideo,uruguay)


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Bali, ne be lagu reggae from bali, pokokne mantap.




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