Letras ... Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.
THE HOKEY POKEY Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus) You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes. Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's. Guest appearances to make your album hot right? I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar. I love Red Letter Blue Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it. I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound. See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound. Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala with a vest that protects his chest, saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow, how i make it when Im building my model building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music I choose it, different from the next like sex out of the birds nest, comes one with the image. Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store. Throw rocks at the body shock kid. Man he drowned trying to do what I did. For the love of women tall and the smell I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus) How you Put your left foot in You take it on out Put your left foot in and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now You put your right foot in take your right foot out Put your right foot in and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's how we all fall down to the sound To the sound nigga To the sound To the sound So gather round
Who Who got it that You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around (repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's what it's all about I said that's what it's all about That's what it's all about
Letras ... Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor ...Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor sax solo @ 1'42.
I runaway yeah runaway coz I don't like de game you play I runaway tryin' to find another way I runaway yeah runaway you made of iron and I made of clay I runaway Jackie go your own way!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say Oh Jackie you're no good, yes I'd go if I could I'd kill you if I could!
I runaway yeah runaway Jackie it's more dan I can pay I runaway you broke my heart dat day! I runaway yeah runaway there'll be no more us nor we I runaway Jackie why you did dat to me?
I runaway yeah runaway now you're just a memory I runaway but di virus 's still in me!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say I fell fe all your tricks just like a ton of bricks I fell fe all your tricks!!
Mi come wid Garlic to drop some lyrics an fi play some tricks we optimistic got big lickin stick call us atomic bionic ironic electric mi teach Lord Comic!
So me di group and mi troop gonna try to move your feet to dis old swingin' beat! mi got home afta de party tuesdee nite 1.30 mi found di doctor like a dog inna heat and mi darlin' talkin' sweet: "flip mi ova and bone mi doctor, push wood inna di fiya!"
Doctor! where's you manners? you no mo' mi fella so mi ran to mi gun an' shoot dem dung inna di cella!!
darlin' darlin never mi wid you roses are red and violets are blue darlin darlin mi no bagaboo darlin mi nah clean your shoe darlin darlin don't play dis song cya mi come first and you second 38 or 45 whatever di size and bye bye bye!
a likkle afta comin' from afar a rumble in di yard growin loud and loud mi run a di door mi open di door good gracious a yellow ting like a flyin' scooter mi decide fi meself to hopon and tell di driver "quick bredda quick black maria afta I!" but you know him turn to mi whatchaman di one and only Garlic Hooper! you know di trumpeter!!
funny lyrics and music is all I bring inna mi tree piece suit and ting! rememba me once inna di klubah made you sing and swing wid mi old darlin' ting! all ah got fi dat: 3 long years inna custody inna jail called "mercury" me keepa was a portugee him treated mi like a santapee and him lied like a pharisee but ah ain't got no fear di allmighty guide I down there I man smarter Skalipsoul is di highway robba I back on earth wid 15000 dollas!
Letras ... Rock Steady. Naive & carefree song. Guitar & rhythm. Solo guitar @ ...Rock Steady. Naive & carefree song. Guitar & rhythm. Solo guitar @ 2'04.
So one more day, another night One more year without you God I'm so blue, honey I miss you So one more day, another night One more year without you God I'm so blue, don't know how old are you...
I mus' say if I had de money I could show you a better day but tings dem not so easy today ain't no fun inna di city from bad to worse everyday God I polish shoes, man I beg fi money tings dem so hard pon me!
ten years I livin' on de streets still don't know how to make ends meet tell me what do you learn at school do your new daddy tink I'm a fool? I'm dyin' to hear from you I still polish shoes and still beg fi money tings dem so hard pon me!
Letras ... Reggae song. Tribute to the Jamaican music stars. Guitar & rhythm. ...Reggae song. Tribute to the Jamaican music stars. Guitar & rhythm. Solo guitar @ 1'02 & organ @ 1'24.
I like reggae di dirty reggae early reggae di rude rude reggae! rockas reggae psychedelic reggae!
I like reggae funky reggae like inna JA a dehso mi go deh! bashy bashy reggae satnite reggae!
Prince Buster reggae Desmond Dekker reggae Derrick Morgan reggae Ethiopians reggae Laurel Aitken reggae Pioneers reggae!
Dice di boss reggae Symarip reggae Toots Hibbert reggae Lee Perry reggae Alton Ellis reggae Ken Booth reggae!
Letras ... Cha cha lokafùn from the Matanza area. Determined & carefree. Male ...Cha cha lokafùn from the Matanza area. Determined & carefree. Male vocal, tiple, bass & percussion.
Yo no tengo ni una cabra no tengo buey y me vine caminando de Camagüey caminé todo el sendero sin descansar y solo me queda el cuero pa' trabajar
Cuando consiga un trabajo lo juro yo iré a comprar una joya de la mejor pa' llevarle al amor mio a la niña que me tenia de amorio alla en Camagüey
Que yo no tengo, nada tengo No tengo, nada tengo Que yo no tengo, no tengoNo no tengo, no tengo Que yo no tengo, no tengo
Ay lala lala lalala..
J’en ai rien (P Canzani)
Je ne même pas de chèvre j’ai pas de bœuf Et je suis venu en marchant depuis Camagüey J’ai marché tout le sentier sans aucun repos Il ne me reste que la peau pour travailler
Quand je trouverai un travail je te le jure J’irais acheter un bijou le plus beau Pour l’offrir a mon amour la fille que Me faisais tourner la tête la bas à Camagüey
Que je n’ai rien rien de rien Que je n’ai rien je n’ai rien Que je n’ai rien de rien Non je n’ai rien je n’ai rien Que je n’ai rien de rien
Traditional Afro-Brazilian rhythm from the city of Caruaru. Joyful & ...Traditional Afro-Brazilian rhythm from the city of Caruaru. Joyful & festive. Pife (Brasilian flute) & percussion.
