The Clapping Song - Lyrics - (Aaron's Party) Come Get It - Aaron Carter

Title: The Clapping Song
Album: (Aaron's Party) Come Get It
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Lincoln Chase, James Mccarthy, Larry Kent

Lyric:
Lets go
Lets go
Come on

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the straight car line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

Clap pat, clap pat, clap pat, clap slap
Clap pat! Clap your hand
Pat it on your partners hand, right hand
Clap pat! Clap your hand
Cross it with your left arm
Pat your partners left palm

Clap pat! Clap your hand
Pat your partners right palm
Clap slap! Clap your hand
Slap your thigh and sing a little song
Go

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

Clap clap
Clap your hands and prepare to pat

Clap
Take your right arm
Pat your partners palm with your right palm
Clap
Take your hand back and clap

Clap
Take your right arm
Cross your right arm with your left arm
Pat your partners left palm with your left palm
Clap
Now back with a clap

Take your hand to your palm and slap your thigh
And watch the fun materialize
As you sing this little song

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
My aunty told her, I should act older
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her
(That's what she told her)

My mama told me if I was lucky
That she would treat me
If I was goody
(I don't believe it)
My aunty told her, I should act older
(Yeah right)
No I'm not kidding
That's what she told her
(Can you believe it?)

3, 6, 9
The goose drank wine
The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

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Ghetto Rock - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Ghetto Rock
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Black Jack Johnson, Dante Smith, Mark Richardson

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Lyric:
Hello Children

Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
Sun and the moon, earths, stars and planets
Before song done y'all going, all understand it

Like hot the haters can't fuck with it
'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it
And they niggaz
Sound man holla black come with it
Spin the record 'til the record done spinning
Up top is you getting up with it?
Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it?
Smokey smoke from coast to coast
Be careful our first draw be that overdose

Who stay holding it from Brooklyn?
You know is Mos ha, Jackpot
I got to go for broke, is this the only way the Smith family now to go
Right here to my youngest one is older folks
I'mma put down like a dirty so and so
Freak daddy came here to work the mojo, oh
Because the high is high and the low is low

And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks
Put your shit in the sky like I know you
Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe
Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so
And after y'all get it go I let it go some more
That Black Jack about something for sure, for sure
Say what, for sure, for sure
Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role
And if it get good, tell your nigga throw your 'bows

'Cause we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and motherfucking roll

Ha, I am a fighter and a lover
I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker
I'm the earth, wind, fire and the thunder
I said, I am, go ask my mama
You don't believe that shit believe what you wanna
Alright, okay, so, shut-up

Speak language, come straight from the gutter
Observe the terms that we trade with one and other
Like what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin'
What it is, how you livin', what's happenin'
Work songs that the slaves sang back then
The playground chants, with little girls clapping

Black John Johnson N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
Son and the moon, earth's, star's and planet's
Before the song done y'all going, all understand it

Black John Johnson N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
Son and the moon, earth's, star's and planet's
Before the song done y'all going, all understand it

Space
Gimme the space, back up, gimme the space
Let a nigga rock
Gimme the space
Let a nigga rock, let a nigga rock , ha

This is the sound
Ghetto rock
This is the sound
Ghetto rock
This is the sound
Ghetto rock

This is the sound
Ghetto rock
This is the sound
Ghetto rock
This is the sound
Ghetto rock and motherfucking roll

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What The Fuck You Want?! - Lyrics - E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front - Busta Rhymes

Title: What The Fuck You Want?!
Album: E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): J Kirkland, Jeremiah Lordan, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Flipmode motherfuckas, flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want!
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga?
We gon' hit it down like this, nigga, what?
Check it out

I be testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space and watch the tables turn
Like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like Evil Knievel
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathedral

Hurry hurry, don't worry, worry
Hit y'all with a flurry, flurry of jazz
Leaving y'all niggas blurry, blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done, then I come looking for y'all
Hold up, hold up

Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood, finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money, the decimal changes

I was a seven-day apprentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man
Is this the joint he dissing me on?

That's when I ask
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga?

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays, we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle?
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Gallager, nigga

Battlestar Galactica cross my diameter, nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular, nigga
Yo, so what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault

That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast, you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands

I ain't afraid of ya but I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back to when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up, slapping you up, trapping you up
Holding you hostage, duck taping and Saran wrapping you up

Yo, first she was sober, now I smell the aroma
Put you in a trance and slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic Zirconium niggas, it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas while we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your shit
And dare your ass to retaliate

That's when I ask
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
Fuck!

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Love Calling - Lyrics - Billy Idol - Billy Idol

Title: Love Calling
Album: Billy Idol
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol, Keith Forsey

Lyric:
Sun goes down, I rise
Red hair flames so bright
Iced gin breaks the night

Steal into her mind
Walk without a sound
Fire in the mountains now

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling, love calling

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling

So baby rock on
Clap hands, clap hands
For the song man
Rock on, rock on

Ooh, baby rock on
Clap hands, clap hands
For the song man
Rock on, rock on

Song man dreams for you
Moves his clapping space
Turns us into snakes, hot hits

And the blue moon move, move, move
Move until we die
Move until she cries

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling, love calling

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling
Ooh baby, rock on

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling, love calling

If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling

Ooh baby, rock on
Clap hands, clap hands
For the song man
Rock on, rock on

Ooh baby, rock on
Clap hands, clap hands
For the song man
Rock on, rock on

Ooh baby, rock on
Clap hands, clap hands
For the song man
Rock on, rock on
Ooh baby, rock on

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Street Life - Lyrics - Suede

Title: Street Life
Artist: Suede
Composer(s): Brett Anderson, Alex Lee

Lyric:
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Check it out!

Street life into the night with the syncopated melodies
Street life look left look right you've got lips from a magazine
Cheap sound that comes from the underground communicates to everyone
Street life it's alright you get your tips from a popular song

It's the beat of the concrete street that you'll love for a million years
It's the sound that comes from underground
That's got you clapping, got you shaking your rears
Street life, ooh ooh ooh

Street life step to the mike with your sexual equality
Street life look left look right you've got the lips from a magazine
Cheap sound that comes from the underground
Is like a bass drum kicking along
Street life sweet life cheap life it's street life going on and on

To the beat of the concrete street you can live for a million years
The dumb sound that comes from underground
That's got you clapping, got you shaking your rears
Street life, ooh ooh ooh

It's all you know, it's all you see
It's all you follow, it's all you believe

Ooh ooh ooh

Move your feet to the concrete beat and you can live for a million years
To the sound that comes from underground
Clap your hands, get shaking your rears

Street life, ooh ooh ooh
Street life, ooh ooh ooh

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Me And Bobby Mcgee - Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

Title: Me And Bobby Mcgee
Artist: The Statler Brothers
Composer(s): Fred L Foster, Kristoffer Kristofferson

Lyric:
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans

Pulled my ol' harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time and Bobby clapping hands
We finally sang up every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, so free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Body that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I done
And every night she kept me from the cold

Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Searching for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' her good body close to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left is all she left for me, for me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Body that was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee

I still [Incomprehensible] for Bobby McGee

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