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Waking The Mamas
04:07
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You're sitting on the bed
But nothing comes out
Like a trip into your head
To find what fits loud
Take a look at your hands
Caressing your real lovers
In front of all the fans
Playin' for you's a real honor
From our souls, to free our mind
For the devil the angel shines
There’s nothing more we need
We just want you to lean
You know when you’re in front of them
Thinking about this groovy thing
Play hard and start again
You’ll come out with something
You know when the drum starts rollin'
DJ shit is droppin'
Play hard and Start again
No matter what we're rockin'
Elvis Presley waking the mamas
Generator we're music hunters
Release your feet you're stuck on the ground
jump, swing and dance around
in any case right here right now
the bass line is getting quite loud
there's something you can be proud of
you're part of the big crowd boy
you're part of the big crowd boy
G's in the house with disco shit
You know when you’re in front of them
Thinking about this groovy thing
Play hard and start again
You’ll come out with something
You know when the drum starts rollin'
DJ shit is droppin'
Play hard and Start again
No matter what we're rockin'
G's in the house with disco shit
No matter what we're ROCK
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2. |
Blues My Face
04:16
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Create the flow show your own expression mode
Wreck the contest bitch blow the business
Down in the dark swinging sticky feet
Craw creepily over heads and the ladies
Mastermind in the art of rimes
Speak loud in the proud crowd
Freaky freaky funk fish Flipping in the corn field
Feel the fuzzy bass beat closing up the deal
Face the truth, feel the mood
Face the truth, aim the moon (X4)
Back on tracks while my guitar gently sweeps
Sweat the crappy crack rush on the scene
Xtreme makeover, smoother to louder
Gentle to mean, from weakness to power.
Unleash your tie man bleach a tie-dye
Why being frustrated meanwhile
People get killed man people die
But you don't get to chose your lifestyle
Face the truth, feel the mood
Face the truth, aim the moon (X4)
You got something' to say? You can blues my face! (X4)
Face the truth, feel the mood
Face the truth, aim the moon (X4)
You got something' to say? You can blues my face! (X4)
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3. |
Tell Me All Is Cool
05:09
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Don't run away from your fears
Roll a big one make your way
Unlock the doors that keep you
From leaning through
Expose yourself to the world
Take a pen and write some words
Hold a guitar in your hands
and explode it in the end
Unlock the doors that keep you
Hold a guitar in your hands
Yah man yo
Yah my man tell me what to do yeah
Yah my man tell me what you would do yo
My man tell me how to be good yeah
My man tell me all is cool
Don't run away from your fears
Roll a big one make your way
Unlock the doors that keep you
From leaning through
Expose yourself to the world
Take a pen and write some words
Hold a guitar in your hands
and explode it in the end
Unlock the doors that keep you
Hold a guitar in your hands
Yah man yo
Yah my man tell me what to do yeah
Yah my man tell me what you would do yo
My man tell me how to be good yeah
My man tell me all is cool
Yah my man tell me what to do yeah
Yah my man tell me what you would do yo
My man tell me how to be good yeah
My man tell me all is cool
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4. |
The G's Thing
03:22
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Welcome in, Come to join in
‘Cause our sound will make you win, you can’t stand it
Join the trip.. be part of it
So keep on rocking and free your spirit
When the music goes and the words are told
Don’t even try to stop the flow you know
When you face your soul, when you ask your own
And even him can’t tell you who you are
G is here
G is there
G is pretty much everywhere
It's something everybody feels even the dead ones
It's everything you need to get into her bed once
a 1-2-3-4 bar hook
to get the worsts of rusty bar crooks
on every mix tape it has to be written
That G has somehow been given
Enjoy the sound that we spit through the speakers
you have no choice but to bounce on your sneakers
'til the crowd is louder than the band
'til all we see is a wall of palm of hand
You may be hard, you may be funk
on have an eighteen inches sub in the trunk
You may be saint or you may be drunk
As long as you don't dig the pop junk
G inspires, G admires
The remaining of all the real music believers
Sunday afternoon suburbs rockers
Messy basement hip-hop producers
Jazz and Funk juggling samplers
Fat wobble bass head bangers
Classical climax lovers
And B-side album collectors
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5. |
First Of The Month
05:20
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Hey man what the fuck is that noise? We're trying to speak down there
It's never too loud you're just too old so go back to sleep
Ah come on man don't tell me the bass is too loud the floor's not even waving yet!
You're never too old to.. ROCK!
- Ding-Dong baby tell me who’s this ?
- The neighbour Mr. Roger Anarchist !
- ...Would you like to buy me a candle ?
- Oh sorry dear I’ve got to much to handle…
Burn you burn little shaky funky flames
Shine, you shine little busty stars
Hey man look how they look the same
Wow It’s crazy I must take the blame
- What kind of instrument do you like to play?
- Nothing except I’m playing a freaky guy
- Oh cause I thought you were a sax !
- Six sax suck Sam so Sandy said
- Ding Dong baby tell me Who’s this ?
- The janitor's son you know.. Elvis
- Sorry ma'am i need some sugar! My mom's cooking pork and we just have butter
Melt you melt little peace of fat
Jump you jump and don't miss the track
Hey man-look how they look the same !
Wow, It’s crazy I.. must take the blame
Come with me, we'll dance to the beat
It’s easy jump and then comes the heat
But at the end of the road just turn left
Cause turning right would lead you to a fight tonight
Ding Dong baby tell me who's this
It our son dear.. he's on the list
quick maa’ open I'll miss the school bus
and I’d have to take it to the next stop
Ding Dong oh who the fuck is this
Hi sir I'm Chris, the christ is comin'
and it's your last chance to welcome him
Uhh!
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