NoMeansNo Lyrics
NoMeansNo Lyrics
"The Jungle Lyrics"
When the storm comes Lyrics
(Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart: Wobble/Adams/Reynolds) Wait until the storm comes Out here in oblivion Wait until the storm comes Make it pure as platinum When I look in yo
(Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart: Wobble/Adams/Reynolds) Wait until the storm comes Out here in oblivion Wait until the storm comes Make it pure as platinum When I look in yo
I did not sail the seas or fly on the wind
But I found the jungle and myself within
I found you before I found myself
But to the natives I looked like everyone else
Brown skin under a tropical sun in the Jungle
And then I heard the bass and felt the wind on my face
As it throbbed and rippled from an inland place
I found the sand and then my feet
And I followed t
Little Queen Of Spades Lyrics
Mmm, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Hoo ooo ooh, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, cold chil
he trail of repetetive beats Mmm, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Hoo ooo ooh, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, cold chil
Into the drakness, in under the trees of the Jungle
The guitrar? cries were like a flickering fire
And I saw the light before I opened my eyes
I would only find what I was looking for
As crawled beneath the brambles on the forest floor
I had been here many times before
Hear the voices cry and see the sparks fly
As before my eyes in t
Down to Tha Last Roach Lyrics
(Dr.Dre: "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess" BITCH!!! Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin' wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world of ge
he stinging smoke (Dr.Dre: "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess" BITCH!!! Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin' wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world of ge
A streaming beast is at the end of ist rope
At the end of fear, at the end of hope
Round and round, beyonf ist reach
Teh shadows flickered on the circling trees
The naives dance, naked and wild
Stamping their feet, and twirling their knives
No one knows whta I felt in my heart
As I rose to my feet and played my part in the Jungle
The bass is th
Master of the Game Lyrics
* parts featuring Roger are listed {in brackets} Yeah.. {He's the master of the game!} From the South Bronx I've been doin this {All the girls know his name} All the way fr
e love that I feel in my heart * parts featuring Roger are listed {in brackets} Yeah.. {He's the master of the game!} From the South Bronx I've been doin this {All the girls know his name} All the way fr
The guitar you see is my learing tree
The drums are the sound that you heard from the start
They the are tools of the trade, of the craft and the art
But when will I sail across endless seas?
And what message will fly on the wind to me?
What will is see in the smoke and the sparks?
When , oh when, will I play my part in the Jungle?