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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Yeh-Yeh - Lyrics - Matt Bianco

Title: Yeh-Yeh
Artist: Matt Bianco
Composer(s): Pat Patrick, John Hendricks, Rodgers Grant

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Lyric:
Yo yo yo
Come on, come on

Now every evening, when all my day's work is through
I call my baby and ask her what we could do
I mention movies, she doesn't seem to dig that
And then she asks me why don't I come to her flat

And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records, the sounds of groovy hi-fi
I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh

My baby loves me, she gets me feelin' so fine
And when she loves me, she lets me know that she's mine
And when she kisses, I feel the fire get hot
She never misses, she gives it all that she's got

And when she asks me if everything is okay
I give the answer, the only thing I could say
I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh

We'll play a melody
And turn the lights down low so no one can see
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
We gotta do that, we gotta do that

And there'd be no one else alive
In all the world except for you and me
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh

And pretty baby, I never knew such a thrill
It's hard to tell you, because I'm trembling still
No need to ask me if everything is okay
I've got my answer, the only thing I can say
I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh

Ahh, open your mind
To electric guitar
Open your mind

We'll play a melody
And turn the lights down low so no one can see
We gotta do that, we gotta do that
We gotta do that, we gotta do that

And there'd be no one else alive
In all the world except for you and me
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh

And pretty baby, I never knew such a thrill
It's hard to tell you, because I'm trembling still
But pretty baby, I want you all for my own
I think I'm ready to leave these others alone

No need to ask me if everything is okay
I've got my answer, the only thing I can say
I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh
That's what I say, I say yeh yeh yeh

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Yeh Suh! - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Yeh Suh!
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant, Chad Roussel

Lyric:
We deep
(Yeh suh)
We creep
(Yeh suh)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

It's my arrival and my survival
I'm skyin' higher then Messiah and his Bible
Watch for that rifle watch for that psycho
Yo breezy chosen and she lookin' kinda tight though

Now if you talk that talk better walk that walk
Don't let this pretty face fool ya
'Coz I'm a savage like a Dallas Maverick
Got nephews that'll do ya

Snatch that jeerzy off your skeleton with the quickness
And if it's wall ta wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin' bidness
Servin' this game like tennis we up in this mean muggin'
Crackin' the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin'

Blowin' our trees cousin it gets sticky in the pain
Tricky in the tank and don't miss me wit that dank
500 on the street equals 65 G's
In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz

Bigger then show biz
So I'm stayin focused
When they holla at the club
How much them blows is?

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

I remember when my thugs showed me how ta slang heat
Hollerin' fixin ta talk man we gonna bring beat
Now guess what I'm goin' through and this what I stand fo
Thuggin' ain't that legal but I'm doin' what I can boy

But I sound small as I'm is I'm raw as I'm is
I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads
Down is all in it see niggas ballin' it
Ball aighty tellin' sad story we know why I got it

Niggas bad at the game they ain't showin no love
That's cold nigga deal with it show 'em you thug
Havin' Partnah's in prision and a few dead friends
Was the streets way of showin' me two dead ends

Then the beats got to showin' me you can make ends
Goin' hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't
One thug that had some said that boy Bash
That manilla world max pain comin' for that ass yes suh!

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

I'm just a mack man
I'm just a mack man
And if it's crackin' where you mackin'?
Where you at man?

I'm just a mack man
I'm just a mack man
And if it's crackin' where you mackin'?
Where you at man?

I'm just a mack man
I'm just a mack man
And if it's crackin' where you mackin'?
Where you at man?

I'm just a mack man
I'm just a mack man
And if it's crackin' where you mackin'?
Where you at man?

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

We deep
(Yeh suh!)
We creep
(Yeh suh!)
We throw, we blow
(Uhh huh yeh suh!)

We fly
(Yeh suh!)
No lie
(Yeh suh!)
Off the trank and the dank so high
(Yeh suh!)

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Love Of A Woman - Lyrics - Blue Cheer

Title: Love Of A Woman
Artist: Blue Cheer
Composer(s): Dickie Peterson

Lyric:
Love of a woman
She's 'sposed to be a very special thing
Love of a woman
She's 'sposed to be a very special thing
Love of a woman

That is 'sposed to be a special thing to me
A very special thing to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, it's alright
Uh, alright, yeh yeh yeh

Now don't you tell me
The story 'bout a man and a woman
That threw it all away
Now don't you tell me

The story 'bout a man and a woman
That had a way
Please don't you tell me 'bout a man and a woman
That threw their love away

That threw it all away
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh, oh, oh it's alright
I need your love, alright, alright
I need your love everyday, yeh yeh yeh

Love of a woman
She's 'sposed to be a very special thing
Love of a woman
She's 'sposed to be a very special thing
Love of a woman

That is 'sposed to be a special thing to me
A very special thing to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, it's alright
'Cause I need your love everyday

Hey, hey, yeh yeh yeh, oh c'mon
Uh, yeh yeh yeh, alright, yeah, yeh yeh
Love of a woman
That is 'sposed to be a special thing to me

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

That Other Woman (Joe Remix) - Lyrics - Visit Me - Changing Faces

Title: That Other Woman (Joe Remix)
Album: Visit Me
Artist: Changing Faces
Composer(s): Joe Thomas, Joshua Paul Thompson

Lyric:
I can?t be that other woman
I can?t be that other woman

You only see me every Friday night at 9
Can?t imagine whatchu told her this time
You never take me to a public place
Worried that somebody might notice your face

First to the liquor store and then a motel
Call up your friends just to cover your trail
Not a word until the week goes by
You call me when you want some pie

Why am I crying every night over you?
You're never gonna leave her
Finally, I woke up and smelt the coffee
I understand
Why two women can?t share one man

I can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love it down cant keep creepin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

You never see me on the holidays
You disappear and won?t return my page
You take my body in the middle of the night
I ain?t gon lie 'coz boy you do it so right

And then you melt me with them same 3 words
Sweetest seduction that I ever heard
And in the morning at the sun rise
You run to her, I realize

Why am I crying every night over you?
Your never gonna leave her
Finally, I woke up and smelt the coffee
I understand
Why two women can?t share one man

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down, can't keep creepin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs u much more

Can I get a witness
(Yes, you can)
Can I get a witness
(Oh, yeh, oh, yeh, yeh, yeh)

Can I get a witness
(You know you can)
Have you ever been in love with another girl's man
Can I get a witness
(Yes, you can)

Can I get a witness
(Oh, yeh, oh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
You said, you?d leave a thousand time
But I wont believe till the papers are signed

I can't be that other woman
I wont believe it no
I gotta be the only one
Yes, I want you bad but she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

In the morning with the sunrise
You will run to her
No, you're never gonna leave her
So I?m saying, goodbye

In the morning with the sunrise
You will run to her
No, you're never gonna leave her
So I?m saying, goodbye

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more
...

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

That Other Woman - Lyrics - Visit Me - Changing Faces

Title: That Other Woman
Album: Visit Me
Artist: Changing Faces
Composer(s): Joe Thomas, Joshua Paul Thompson

Lyric:
I can?t be that other woman
I can?t be that other woman

You only see me every Friday night at 9
Can?t imagine whatchu told her this time
You never take me to a public place
Worried that somebody might notice your face

First to the liquor store and then a motel
Call up your friends just to cover your trail
Not a word until the week goes by
You call me when you want some pie

Why am I crying every night over you?
You're never gonna leave her
Finally, I woke up and smelt the coffee
I understand
Why two women can?t share one man

I can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love it down cant keep creepin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

You never see me on the holidays
You disappear and won?t return my page
You take my body in the middle of the night
I ain?t gon lie 'coz boy you do it so right

And then you melt me with them same 3 words
Sweetest seduction that I ever heard
And in the morning at the sun rise
You run to her, I realize

Why am I crying every night over you?
Your never gonna leave her
Finally, I woke up and smelt the coffee
I understand
Why two women can?t share one man

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t love you down, can't keep creepin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs u much more

Can I get a witness
(Yes, you can)
Can I get a witness
(Oh, yeh, oh, yeh, yeh, yeh)

Can I get a witness
(You know you can)
Have you ever been in love with another girl's man
Can I get a witness
(Yes, you can)

Can I get a witness
(Oh, yeh, oh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
You said, you?d leave a thousand time
But I wont believe till the papers are signed

I can't be that other woman
I wont believe it no
I gotta be the only one
Yes, I want you bad but she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

In the morning with the sunrise
You will run to her
No, you're never gonna leave her
So I?m saying, goodbye

In the morning with the sunrise
You will run to her
No, you're never gonna leave her
So I?m saying, goodbye

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more

Can?t be that other woman
I can?t look it down cant keep creapin' around
Can?t be that other woman
Yes, I want you bad
But she needs you much more
...

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Foundation - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Foundation
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Sly Dunbar, Ernie Freeman, Robbie Shakespeare, Lloyd Oliver Willis

Lyric:
Glorious be to the most high, Jah, Rastafari
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nigh
Hey, yu see Sly & Robbie

A just Selassie send dem, well
Play music fi heathen, well
Si di Christian we call dem, yeh
Dut just di devil control dem, Sly

A Selassie send dem, well
'Cause music a fi play dem, yeh
Mr. Robbie him bass dem, well
Taxi Gang come tell dem dat

Well Mr. Sly, well
Music we all play an we a trample over jungle
Trample down a TG, rema man we a talk to
All rema man unuh fi cool an unuh fi humble
Put down all di guns an leave di chain an all di bangle

'Cause Selassie, well we ready fi di people
All Rastaman an bogo man we all a talk to
Sly dem a play, we licking out di devil
Come Taxi Gang come play fi di people

A just Selassie send dem, well
Play music fi heathen, well
Si di Christian we call dem, yeh
Dut just di devil control dem, Sly

A Selassie send dem, well
'Cause music a fi play dem, yeh
Mr. Robbie him bass dem, well
Taxi Gang come tell dem dat

Long time we a tell dem fi louh all di band
Dem want mix Rastaman in dem Bachanal
Chu Missa Sly him a foundation
Dats why we play di music fi each and everyone

Music we a play yes a we run di route
Music we a play fi all dem down a south
Easy Mr. Sly and Taxi Gang run di route
Yuh, nuh, hear music dem a bawl out

Mission Impossible and a teach people
Play fi all di dumb, di deaf, di blind and all di cripple
Oh, Mr. Sly how yuh humble, nah rumble
Because we too comfortable so we tell dem

A just Selassie send dem, well
Play music fi heathen, well
Si di Christian we call dem, yeh
Dut just di devil control dem, Sly

A Selassie send dem, well
'Cause music a fi play dem, yeh
Mr. Robbie him bass dem, well
Taxi Gang come tell dem dat

Well, trample di Christian, di beast a albashan
Dis Rastaman don't yuh know seh yuh ever wrong
Mr. Sly play di music from 19 how long
Dem a play fi Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, how much

How dem fi dis we when yuh know seh we nuh nervous
A foundation, a we dig di land
A wi set di plan, an a wi buy, oh, na

A just Selassie send dem, well
Play music fi heathen, well
Si di Christian we call dem, yeh
Dut just di devil control dem, Sly

A Selassie send dem, well
'Cause music a fi play dem, yeh
Mr. Robbie him bass dem, well
Taxi Gang come tell dem dat

Dis yah one yah pass january morning
From now mi a give out di warning
Some bwoy a fi try do some farming
Mr. Sly a music wi playing

Well from now bad man I talking
Well Taxi Gang don't you know dem run di tune
And don't yuh know sehh a we have di engine
Well follow Beenie Man and sing

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Love Sweet Love - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Love Sweet Love
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): Ross Godfrey, Paul Godfrey, Skye Edwards

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Lyric:
Hey music man, just play something cool
We love the sunshine to dance by the pool
Down with the crew known to pump up the bass
We rock the joint at a cool steady pace

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Rock and roll music's a thing of the past
We blow up the spot and get caught in the blast

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh

Huh huh Morcheeba
Huh, yes, yes you're like that
As a matter of fact, twist to kiss like this
Huh, it's fat like a Christmas list

And I suck your stockin', keep on rockin'
It's not too shockin', I got your pop rockin'
Huh huh, the party got your body jammin', love sweet love
In a movin' understanding

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Love sweet love
You know it doesn't get demanding
Up above
Get down deep inside

Love sweet love
Just a little understanding
Up above
Way down deep inside

Jack back that ya, complex what!
Morcheeba, cross fader, ahh check me up now

Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh
Woh hoh, woh hoh, yeh heh

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Superhero - Lyrics - Daze

Title: Superhero
Artist: Daze
Composer(s): Karsten Dahlgaard, Johnny Mosegaard, Lucas Sieber, Rasmussen Jesper Tonnov

Lyric:
Mmmbop pa yeh yeah a mmmbop pa yoh
Mmmbop pa yeh yeah a mmmbop pa yoh
Mmmbop pa yeh yeah a mmmbop pa yoh
Mmmbop pa yeh yeah a mmmbop pa yoh

I need a super hero lover
(Super lover, super lover)
I need a super hero lover
(I e yeah e oh)

I need a super hero lover
(super lover, super lover)
I need a super hero lover
(I e yeah e oh)

She was walking down the street that night
Singin` mmmbop a ay yah
All the was she thought, I want that guy
Singin` mmmbop a ay yah

He was driving all alone that night
Singin` mmmbop a ay yah
All the was he thought, his
Singin` mmmbop a ay yah

They just want each other
They don't need no other

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Rhythm Is Gonna Get You - Lyrics - Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits - Gloria Estefan

Title: Rhythm Is Gonna Get You
Album: Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits
Artist: Gloria Estefan
Composer(s): Gloria M Estefan, Enrique Elias Garcia

Lyric:
O eh o eh, o eh o eh
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
O eh o eh, o eh o eh
(Yah ya goh)
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
(Yah ya goh)

At night when you turn off all the lights
There's no place that you can hide
No, no the rhythm is gonna get you

In bed throw the covers on your head
You pretend like you are dead
But I know it, the rhythm is gonna get you

Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight

No way you can fight it every day
No matter what you say
You know it, the rhythm is gonna get you

No clue of what's happening to you
And before this night is through
Ooh, baby, the rhythm is gonna get you

Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight

O eh o eh, o eh o eh
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
O eh o eh, o eh o eh
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
O eh, o eh
(Yah yeh goh, yah yeh goh, yah yeh goh)

Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you

Rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna get you

Na na, na na na, na na na
Na na, na na na, na na
(Rhythm is gonna get you)
Na na, na na na, na na na
Na na, na na na, na na

O eh, o eh
(Rhythm is gonna get you)
(Na na, na na na, na na na)
O eh oo aah
(Rhythm is gonna get you)
(Na na, na na na, na na)

O eh o eh, o eh o eh
(Na na, na na na, na na na)
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
(Na na, na na na, na na)

O eh o eh, o eh o eh
(Na na, na na na, na na na)
O eh oo aah, o eh oo aah
(Na na, na na na, na na)

O eh o eh
(The rhythm is gonna get you tonight)

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Bombay - Lyrics - Shock Value - Timbaland

Title: Bombay
Album: Shock Value
Artist: Timbaland
Composer(s): Amar Dhanjan, Tim Mosley, James Washington

Lyric:
Pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum

Oowhoa, ahh
Yeah

Mere zindagi tere ho gaye
Mere jaan
Mere jaan, come on

Ooo
Yeh deewanegee
Huh?

Na roke kabhi
Mere jaan, mere jaan
Yeah

Mere zindagi teri ho gaye
Bring it back
Yeh deewanegee na roke kabhi
Bring it back

Mere zindagi teri ho gaye
Bring it back
Yeh deewanegee na roke kabhi
Break it down

Madhosh hairan dil main baat kiya?
Say what?
Ah, ha, ha, ha
Pucho na

Ah, ha, ha, ha
Pucho na
Haah

Madhosh hairan dil main baat kiya?
Ah, ha, ha, ha
Pucho na
Ah, ha, ha, ha
Fricky, fricky, dumm

Aja tu aja mere saamne, tu aja jaanu
Haah
Kitna tarsaoge? Kitna bolaoge mujhe tum?
Haah
Aja tu aja mere saamne, tu aja jaanu

O
Kitna tarsaoge? Kitna bolaoge mujhe tum?
Fricky, fricky, ahh
Owwhoo
There ain't no way in the world I'm gonna leave you, baby

Owwhoo
Your my tresor and I got the key to ya, baby
Owwhoo
Let's ride on my Titanic, baby
(If you know what I mean)

Owwhoo
Being in love goes down as one of the greatest
Owwhoo
There's no me without you
(You)

Owwhoo
Baby, girl, you make my dream come true
Sing it to me
Tu hain, tu hain, hum yahan hain

Aao chale, is jahan se
Aao mile, sazah mile
Ab hum aur tum, ek ho jaye

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Pa, pum, pum, pa, pa, ra
Put it up, yo
Give it to me, hey

Put it up, yo
Give it to me, come on
Put it up, yo

Give it to me, hey
Put it up, yo
Give it to me, hey

Put it up, yo
Give it to me, hey
Put it up, yo

Break it down now
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Owwhooa, owwhooa
I like that, uh

Owwhooa, owwhooa
I like that, uh
Owwhooa, owwhooa
I like that, uh

Owwhooa, owwhooa
I like that, uh
Ahhwooahha
Owwhooa, owwhooa
I like that, uh
Owwhooa, owwhooa

Fricky, fricky, break, owwh
Pum, pum, pum, pum, pa, rum
Digga, doh, doh, doh, digga, doh

Doh
Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh
Doh
Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh

Doh
Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh
Haah
Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh

Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh
Beebay
Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh

Digga, doh, digga, doh, digga, doh
Beebay
Rooah

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Love Bug - Lyrics - Lovers Speak - Joan Armatrading

Title: Love Bug
Album: Lovers Speak
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Composer(s): Joan Anita B Armatrading

Lyric:
It may rain tomorrow
But tonight is all that's on my mind
My baby's here in my arms
You know we've got it bad
'Cos tonight we've got the love virus

We've both come down with the love bug
And it means we've got to stay in bed
I hope yous guys don't catch this
'Cos it knocks you right off your legs

Love bug
Talking 'bout love bug
I said love bug
You know I mean love bug

Let me explain the symptoms
First of all there's hardly any pain
With the love bug
You kind of lose your memory
You see, hear, think, talk, dream, care
Just for one person, only

Don't come down with the love bug
'Cos it drives the sense
Right out of your head
This thing strikes in a curious way
It only hits when you're not looking

Don't stand close to anybody
Who'll contaminate you
If you come down with the virus
Well, you'll never be alone again

Don't come down with the virus

We've both come down with the love bug
And it means we've got to stay in bed
I hope yous guys don't catch this
'Cos it knocks you right off your legs

Love bug
Talking 'bout love bug
I said love bug
You know I mean love bug
I said love bug
Talking 'bout love bug

Yeh, love bug
You know I mean love bug
Yeh, love bug
Talking 'bout love bug
Yeh, love bug

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Babylon - Lyrics - Blue Cheer

Title: Babylon
Artist: Blue Cheer
Composer(s): Dickie Peterson

Lyric:
Relax your mind
Lord let it take
An electric explosion
And then on a freeway
Just let it take you away, child
Far away
Oh yeah, come over
Come back in my big automobile
And Babylon

I'll give you a shove
Why don't you take a rush?
Let me hear you cry
From a deafening hush
Just let it take you away
Far away
I'm on a big auto, I'm on big automobile
Babylon

Now the blues ain't nothin'
But a good man feelin' bad
Yeh, yeh, yeah
I know that the blues ain't nothin', ain't nothin' baby
But a, but a good man, but a good man, but a good man feelin' bad
And I just ain't the kind
That goes around feelin' sad, hey

Say why don't you take a rush?
Let me hear you cry
From a deafening hush
Just let it take you away
Far away
I want big automobile
Big automobile, baby
Babylon

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Geto Highlites - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Geto Highlites
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, O'Kelly Isley, Christopher Hamabe, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, J Austin, Devon Davis, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
What you gonna play now
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

Every geto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas and thugs
To unwrap the strap [Incomprehensible] what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck

And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on account
This time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor with pride

So the D A want him tried as an adult
The big homey just had a son, no joking
I think his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke
And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J. defense

To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras
Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress
Niggas, who got warrants out for their arrest
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas, catchin' dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one fool got stoked out

'Cause he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 911, now
One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
Liscence and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"

Niggas, can't have shit
We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop Warner

Darks raided the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot about the homey, Lano
He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state
He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8

Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like that in the hood
Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the name
That's right, you know that's right

To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
The house parties that's gonna always get shot up
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

To the negros, real to stop the violence
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

The nigger with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked, he tried to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in through his back
Now his momma, ain't all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade

They carried their dead homey to his grave
Pour out a little liquor
Homegirl, down the street with the green eyes
And big titties is getting thicker

Neighborhood clubs beat him up
And crackheads be selling TV's and VCR's
For forty bucks, so what's up
Yesterday the homey committed a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper

His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right

O.G's joining the nation and it's all good
Big G's is retaliating 'cause they enemies are crossed out the hood

Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks
Dopedealers who serve liquor, pieces for sex
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

Young niggas going to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank
Rollin OD's and then appear for robbing banks
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

This is just a little something for my nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own good ride, right, right
These are the geto highlites

Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Pray To The Junkiemaker - Lyrics - The Reality Of My Surroundings - Fishbone

Title: Pray To The Junkiemaker
Album: The Reality Of My Surroundings
Artist: Fishbone
Composer(s): C Dowd, A Moore

Lyric:
Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind
You're on the road to the Tombstone Commode

Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole

And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease
The Monkey's on your back got you, beggin' please

Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker, WHOA

You're jaded the light you no longer see
Burned out, broke down in your misery
Drop to less, you'll soon confess and assume the position
Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated

Pray to the Junkiemaker
Pray to the Junkiemaker
It's the death ticket, Can I get a witness
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit, Wit yer lips
Pray to the Junkiemaker
OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit, sit and piss
Pray to the Junkiemaker

I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
It's a moral to this story so listen well
I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell
And you will see that the pipe is your reality
Pray to the Junkiemaker
Surrounded by mental shitty
Mental shitty in the city YEH

Pray to the Junkiemaker
And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind
Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die
All because you wanted to get high
YEH
In a cold sweat you will
In a deep need you will
In the rock house you will
With a dick in your mouth you will
In a mental rage you will
When your body craves you will
Demonic let's make a deal
In the hospital you will
P.M.R.C. you must be
In the business office you will
In the limousine you will
In the White House in a
In the school house you will
In the church house you will Yes
In the police station they do
Shippin' to the ghetto you Devils
As long as you're married you will
Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'
Sellin' your child for the rock pile
In a straight jacket in a
Forced for a divorce of course
In the jail house you will
Way black in the plantation
Trippin' in the bum bus station
Mental m, m, masturbation
50 Skylab Station
And the astronauts got to cop
Killin' off the brothers and sistahs
Twitchin' down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my dunder
Mr. Lucifer him chuckle
Mankind under his buckle

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Perfect World - Lyrics - Mikaila - Mikaila

Title: Perfect World
Album: Mikaila
Artist: Mikaila
Composer(s): Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken

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Lyric:
I can't believe all the games you played
You had it all and then threw it away
Maybe I'd still be your girl, huh
If we were living in a perfect world
C'mon, c'mon

It's a thin line between reality and fantasy
You could've been mine but it's over now
It wasn't meant to be, it's a hate crime
(Hate crime)
Anyone could see the way you treated me

Do I look like I was born yesterday
It could've wind up more, but I caught your play

If we were living in a perfect world
You would never disrespect your girl
You know better than to lie to me
You play your games but my eyes can see

If we were living in a fairy tale
And I was wishing at a wish and well
Maybe I'd still be your girl
If we were living in a perfect world

Do you realize that you had the best
And now you failed the test
You had the first prize
(First prize)
And threw it all away
Now there's a price to pay

Look at my eyes
(Look at my eyes)
And you know it's coming before I close the door
The judge and jury have said it's true
You're guilty of breaking my heart in two

If we were living in a perfect world
You would never disrespect your girl
You know better than to lie to me
You play your games but my eyes can see

If we were living in a fairy tale
And I was wishing at a wish and well
Maybe I'd still be your girl
If we were living in a perfect world

Yeah, in a perfect world
Living, living, living in a perfect world
Yeah, if we were living in a perfect world

Too bad
(Too bad)
You're sorry now
(Now)
What goes around comes around
(Around)
Watch out as the rain comes falling down
Yeh yeah, yeh yeah

Do I look like I was born yesterday
It could've wind up more, but I caught your play

If we were living in a perfect world
You would never disrespect your girl
You know better than to lie to me
You play your games but my eyes can see

If we were living in a fairy tale
And I was wishing at a wish and well
Maybe I'd still be your girl
If we were living in a perfect world

In a perfect world

If we were living in a perfect world
(If we were living in a perfect world)
You would never disrespect your girl
You know better than to lie to me
(Don't lie to me)

You play your games but my eyes can see
If we were living in a fairy tale
And I was wishing at a wish and well
Maybe I'd still be your girl
If we were living in a perfect world

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Heart Attack Man - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Heart Attack Man
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): A Smith, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Mike Diamond

Lyric:
Drink a six pack and then you play some ball
Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall
Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat
Two hundred seventy five pounds, that you can't forget

Heart attack, heart attack man
Spend all your money on your health insurance plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Keep on getting bigger, because you know that you can

Why do you force yourself on top of that girl?
Laugh with all your buddies, because it's a man's man's world
Someday that shit will come back to you
You've been throwing your weight around and your shit is through

Heart attack, heart attack man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Heart attack

Weighs in at two seventy five
Yeh, my man is lucky to be alive
Smokin' and drinkin' too
My man, the heart attack man, is gonna be running over you
Got no God damn respect
Had to put the big big bitch ass in check

Heart attack, heart attack man
Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of spam
Heart attack, heart attack man
Time to change your ways heart attack man

{What do we know about partying or anything else?}

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Hold Me Down - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Hold Me Down
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

Lyric:
Mm-hmm, hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down, yo, what?

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
While I go around this town, snatchin' crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin' you wanna fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin' up the whole situation
With sucker MC infiltration

Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin' three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the blood spill
From an unknown rapper but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin' gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin', God's on the way and he's askin'
Who's been followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
Yeah we swarm Mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin' on CEO's, A&R's
Street team to a manager for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, from a crackhead
Dopefiend , or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
E-Dub, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin' it down
Yeah, I'm holdin' you down

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, when on the low
They be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin' po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati catchin' bodies
E Double holdin' shit down with the sawed off shotty

What you thought? We takin' more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get your shit torched
I spit flames at Oklahoma when done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen, did he deserve
The kicked to the curb, ass whippin'? Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got somethin' for all y'all who stand tall
And dose dat like to ball, so we ball like Spalding
In the time of need who you calling when your career is falling?
Way down, you've been hit, lay down, hit the ground
Don't get up, stay down, relax a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put your two cents in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car that's rented

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

She'S A Gangsta - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: She'S A Gangsta
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
Who da hell wanna test me big guns and things
See me in the source book bitch frozen rings
Never been a follower, always been a leader
Ya'll to need is get down on your knees
When you agreed I'm a gangsta
See me in a ball with my niggaz

No dudes ain't afraid to pull da trigger
Get shit trucked I'ma fuckin' icon
Niggaz in da streets whispering 'bout my rock
'Cos I'm da broad from da east
Smelling like Gucci and envy linen pants with the crease
You wanna piece, I don't think ya hand ready
C 55 but I used to push da shell in

Fucked up tracks which y'all just rap
Never touch paper, most of y'all just act
High these flights pimp rap, must tell y'all da truth I get it in
But y'all messed around in da boot
What da fuck y'all suck comin' all y'all smuts
Poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks
What da fuck y'all suck, comin' all y'all smuts
Poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

I got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff
Crazy when da mic palm in my black fist
You do it like you, I do it like dis
Ms. Jade powerful da project piss
Now how y'all want play, spit it for da big pay
I leave dat ass up in smoke like Eminem and Dre
Semi auto AK, do da shit da philly way
We roll out the hamp and just to get away

Best 'bout time, we settle this
Up in da club throwin' bows acting ghetto-ish
And if I stop I'm a still be a rebel chick
Hey you fuckas lookin' quick
Puffin' in a tin of it be da case like puffy did
Legistyle I'm poppin' big , when I'm gone, trust me I'm a still live
Take but I'd rather give you fuckin' with the bigger kids
Bigger ones, bigger funs, bigger foods, timbaland bigger beats

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

Choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand
Hot grills, large bills top up in da rubber band
Got da anger math, won't let 'em burn me out
'Cos I'ma strong black women ya grown black woman
Games do I really play 9-5 bin paid
Pills are da grim shit, never fuck widda trays
I don't care if it bothers you, I'm still gonna blaze
So sick like a virus that never goes away

Hey hold ya breath you can smell da success
Spit 16 if da pit pat on your chest
Yes, I'm so blessed, ya cats is so stressed
Yeh, da streets been talkin' 'bout my pin a due da rest
Future mapped out, money linked all in
I'm a saturate da game then sink y'all in
Snakes fates and dick riders what I despise
Out to take it all over and will not compromise

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
Now can y'all feel dat

She's a gangsta

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Pressure - Lyrics - The Reality Of My Surroundings - Fishbone

Title: Pressure
Album: The Reality Of My Surroundings
Artist: Fishbone
Composer(s): Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones

Lyric:
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching

No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy you better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE!?
PRESSURE
PRESSURE
PRESSURE
PRESSURE
PRESSURE when I sit down
PRESSURE when I git up
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE

PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I see mie x

Prayin' for a breather, but whenz it comin' next?

Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh
It's the pear, It's the fear, PRESSURE
Cheatin' out the fat man
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land

PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy you better git your asshole stitched, a fabricated cover up
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE
PRESSURE
PRESSURE
PRESSURE

When your hair's turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou - Lyrics - Fahrenheit

Title: Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou
Artist: Fahrenheit
Composer(s): A Xin, Ren Cheng Shi, Wang Mei L Wang Mei Lian

Lyric:
Xie xie ni wu ci wen rou
Pong zhe ai jing jing den hou
Wo de shuang shou
Qi she tong yang zai chan dou
Dang wo neng gei ni she mo

Wo zhi shi yi ge ta yi wang de wo
Xin be yi sao er kong
Wo hui ba ni
Zhong zai wo xin zhong
Yeh shi mou tian
Hui zhong yu zai zhi zhang chu yi ge mong

Bu zhi dou
Bu ming lao, bu xiang yao
Wei shen me wo de xin
Ming ming shi shao kao jin
Que gu dan dao li ming

Bu zhi dao
Bu ming lao, bu xiang yao
Wei shen me wo de xin
Na ai qing de qi li
Zong shi zai gu dan li
Zai ba wo de zui hao de ai gei ni

Xie xie ni ru ci wen rou
Dian zhe xiao rong de deng huo
Zhi wen rou er bu da rao wo de han dong
Hai mei jie ding wang na zou
Cai suo yi bu neng da ying ni pei wo

Pa ni hui bian cheng wo
Wo hui ba ni
Zhong zai wo xin zhong
Ye xu mou tian
Hui zhong yu zai ci chang chu yi ge mong

Bu zhi dao
Bu ming lao, bu xiang yao
Wei she me wo de xin
Ming ming shi shao kao jin
Que gu dan dao li ming

Bu zhi dao
Bu ming lao, bu xiang yao
Wei shen me wo de xin
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