Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce wit me, bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Oh Oh No No
Oh Oh No No
WHAT WHAT WHAT
WHAT WHAT WHAT
I bust to the scening cuss to the scening
I admit a little bit I lust for the crideam
Everytime you see me see me biggin up my teaming
on the dream of winning trying to make crideam
Thugged out even when you catch me in the cuisine
my clan mad dirty yall too cliddean (clean)
Hennessey and Smirnoff make a nigga middean (mean)
I need two more like I was a fiddean (fiend)
Drinks galore everytime I'm in the citting (city)
0 to 60 didn't want a sixteening
You see it in my coats or you see it in my jizzeans
(jeans)
you can't tell you should know the way I lizzean (lean)
Water so clear I think I'm in Carribbing (Carribbean)
everybody gone like we straight clipping
you better watch out when we start flipping
seen you fuckin and you know we're not slipping
Ohh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Ohh Oh No NO WHAT WHAT WHAT
Ohh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Ohh Oh No NO WHAT WHAT WHAT
Ayo verse 2 coming with my Heineken brew
N O R putting people back in I C U
You ain't even thiddink that I need a driddink
hit you up quick before you could even bliddink
Give you a splitting cut you up with the shiddank
tell your accountant to go and just check the biddank
I damn near broke you and I ain't even thiddink
I gotta churrda lurrda girls like Shabba Riddanks
Guaranteed to be there just like Fed Ex
We write our own rhymes kid you can check the credits
me and Nature stay fuckin with grimlettes
yo the hood baddest the bitches pussy is the fattest
Smack Smack Smack Smack peep Gladys
if you don't know yo then I don't know
I'm gonna get me some head right after the show
you can meet me at the room shit 664
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas
It's all goodnud do my songs for the hoodnud
platinum nigga while yall thangs go woodnud
Yo you try to dis me ya man told you that you shouldnud
I blew over you and I told you that I couldnud
Me and Drag pack it Neptunes on the wheels
he sneakin in at tables and he's sneakin in feels
People walkin in my section that I don't even know
I'm like get lost yo you stay ya ass home
You a frizzeak always see you in the strizzeet
walkin walkin til you get widdeak
You on the E train 7 train plus the bus
I don't even like you cuz you can't be trust
You need to get up out my face ain't nuttin to discuss
you don't like me then cool yo I don't care
but if you get up in my face yo I don't care
it's a dirty game and both of us ain't playin it fair
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
Oh Oh No No WHAT WHAT WHAT
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
crys and mo sippers carry yo niggas
I told yall flippers all of yall quitters
don't be contemplating my figgas
Cuz I hang with go getters straight flow spitters
yea, yea, yea, what' up ya'll , this is your boy
capone, what happened, not me ?
Got my voice filter on the track , killin'them , ...
that's good money
For those homies who're drivin' the cars to a hundred
miles plus
This one's 4 u, No seatbelt wearers
Buckle up , it's the law ! I'll tell you like this :
You wanna' see me at house point
I'm from New York City , I like drag racing out here
I'll start it like this :
Ain't nobody driver can stop when dippin' through the
lanes
got the nitro button insane you donuts in the rain
like six four impala hollow , you got wheels
get a car , can you paint it famous and I got bills
Like Mario Andretti, I'm heavy upon that gas pedal
Breakin' competition I'll deeply get the brass medal
v12 you can't see me , I'm takin' over with speed
I got a fast car I'll crash for the bash Ya'all
I need speed !
When I fly through the hood, the ... the mood
In 24's lookin good, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The big body cool drivers, the big truck and' all
riders
We let noone get by us, aha ah !
I need speed !!
When I'm racin' that strip I got the button' n' chip
The car like tells me to strip, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The .. to describe who ever put in the dollar , hollow
, we see a car hotter
Yo !!
I'm cuttin' corners like I'm crazzy
I know how to burn a strip
Me and my car got a bomb like we .. keep
Go with the 5'th , go with the 4'rth
Break it back down to third ,
Bring it back up to 6'xth once around this curve
I feel the tension , not to mention ,
The intervention from the coppers
We got pay bills , pay the ticket, only flex , that
ain't gonna' stop us !!!
Do look sure from the posh or red line
Once I'm crossed the finish you know that I's bad time
What more can I say , I'm true to this
My car's got a computer chip with no speed the way It's
loosin' it !!
I need speed !
When I fly through the hood, the ... the mood
In 24's lookin good, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The big body cool drivers, the big truck and' all
riders
We let noone get by us, aha ah !
I need speed !!
When I'm racin' that strip I got the button' n' chip
The car like tells me to strip, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The .. to describe who ever put in the dollar , hollow
, we see a car hotter
And ya'all I'm in a need for speed
My rock's stampeed with horses four fourty
in that C.o. coop the rims with the ..
Cuz' I don't obey when red say stop and green say go
I fly by through your ghetto in the UFO
Unidentified Foreign Object
you can't believe that Aston Martin is barelin' your
projects
No matter what happin' , It's elementry watchin'
Cuz after you bench you might not beat that tricked out
Can't lose the battle when ur' whole clicked out watch
And my car comes equiped with smoke screen and spit out
rackets
Just rub your engines, pop the clutch, burn out ,
I'll show you how a real race turned out ..
I need speed !
When I fly through the hood, the ... the mood
In 24's lookin good, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The big body cool drivers, the big truck and' all
riders
We let noone get by us, aha ah !
I need speed !!
When I'm racin' that strip I got the button' n' chip
The car like tells me to strip, ah ah !!
Throw up the keys !!
The .. to describe who ever put in the dollar , hollow
, we see a car hotter,
ahh huh ah !!
Yeah man ! I need speed man !
All you race car drivers out there,
Everybody with the fast cars,
Keep goin' as fast as you can baby ! , don't look back
Intro: Raekwon]
Yo 'Pone what up?
It's Shallah, you know I came to see you, boy
Boy-boy, the Vatican
Pain, Time, Roc 4 lid-Life (Nigga)
Gorilla shit, what up?
[Chorus 2X: Capone]
Chitty chitty bang bang
I'm on my grizzly for shizzy
I pop that clizzy, let your muthafuckin' brains hang
Chitty chitty bang bang
Yo, where that 50, who is he?
Actin' dizzy, nigga, watch me do my thang thang
[Capone]
Will I die before 50, tried to get my palms read
I'm dead through the eyes of a gypsy, bloodshed
Survivors move wise through the city
Word to mother, only a few alive off of pity
High ride, and a five palm clutched on a blinky
Other hand, pull up another dutch that I twizzy
Soaking a C.I., slow look out in the street
Few goons, singing the same tune walkers on the beat
Little niggaz that's try'nna put Jordans on they feet
O.G.'s that's try'nna get to Portland, where's it's
cheap
I move with that Indian hustle in me
That fat cat, that world, that black jaded Bentley
Got bucks, but I'mma trynna get "moore" like Demi
Time's up, don't even try to duck the semi'
Only cowards deal with lust and envy, greed and hate
Chitty chitty bang bang, I blast niggaz who fake
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
We hold fort, blowing holes in pussies
Come through the town and it's on
Watch me get the globe with crushed weeds
All my got it together, back the baddest bitches
All my flowing with Jags, and got the rags stitching
Play it for them niggaz in yards, the Gods come through
in the nod
She's reading the Korans, the Clarksmiths
Can't tell me nothing from nothing
Touch a hair on me, and press a button
Might throw you out of a lady jumping
Yeah, we Niked up, piped up
Representing ninety generals at one time, looking
striped up
Dinner plates, nothing but salmons and handlers y'all
Interstate, nothing but cameras and scanners, y'all
So when you see us, just believe us
Extraordinary young men, walk through the town, fuck
all the divas
Me and 'Pone, twin gambinos, out in Rio
With them big elephant guns, and fly 'Zito's
They'll be a man
One to lead his people into victory
One who goes through time
One who seen pain
The one who see's the glory
That man is I, Capone
The leader, follow me
They wanna beat me like Rodney
See me like Pac
Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop
Railroad me like the Hurricane but I won't stop, let's go
[Chorus]
Look at my life (look at my life)
Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
Look at my life (look at my life)
Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta)
I'ma gangsta
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
Take a journey through my life
Walk through the nights with me
It's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your ???
Queensbridge, a trife city ??? slums
I've seen political homicides and crack related ones
Pac and Bigggie, god bless em I don't know where to begin
Forgive me lord for I've committed a sin
I sold crack to my mans mom
I feed my uncle dope in his arm
I testify to every word wrote in this song
Except the 5th commandment, thou shall not kill
I obviously ignored it cause my blood shall not spill
So I chose to squeeze first
Put you 6 feet deep in the dirt
And watch your cold soul emerge from the earth
I was a star first, then I grew into the sun
Destined to shine over the planet
Till I came across a gun, infactutated by the sound
When the shots get sprayed, like (gunshots)
I'm about to take the streets to another phase
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm amazed I'm still living
I came close to the end of my days
I couldn't let the streets raise my two siblings
Or my kid, I'm too thoro, I survived through prison
Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen
I live life like I'm racing to an early death
Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes
Quiet when I step, reality bites
I'm gangsta for life, so I squeeze like
I hold the mac precise
With 32 shot clips
And turn your hard top into a convertible drop whip
They talking to rappers, chose my name to reflect
I'm hot, grimy entertainers come
Drama east to west
I don't wanna kill no more
At times I hear death knocking at my front door
Feeling like I'm being watched everytime that I score
What if the pigs got me on survaillance
A rebel to the law, I got 2 strikes against me
1 shot in me, a vest and a semi
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
??? bust from jail, a mink
A pound of the real, a 37 inch link
Money in the bank, a Coup to match it
I was released like a boss ???
You know the kind of thing a gangsta could relax in
Lifes a bitch, but fuck it
Trying to keep my whole faculty covered
And spits more like an iraqian thugging
If you wanna take me, mommy I'm coming
But if not, they can never break
I'ma keep gunning and bust shots
[Capone & Noyd]
Light up! Light up! That's right! Bring it! Whatever you want!
Bring it! QB!(Guns, knives, whatever you want)
Whatever ya'll niggas want, man, whatever!
Bring money, lye, whatever you want!
You expect to come correct nigga!
Bring it, thugs, gangstas, whatever you want!
QB, Capone and Noyd, what?
[Noyd]
Niggas don't want beef, they don't wanna see me
They don't wanna be with their wiz and kids
And get fronted with heat
They don't wanna die, niggas wanna live
I know niggas wanna smoke blunts, puff puff and give
Believe niggas don't want it with the kid
Niggas rather drown down Bicardi and party and shit
You know my hoods though be bout this shit
My dunns are a hundred sick, thugs who thump, thugs who pump
You weak, we deep, niggas from Queens
And we eat niggas with Jim, and get em for bling (bling!)
You know my dun smoke more than fiends
My broads fit more coke in they ass and jeans
Which is great cause we dealin with a couple of apes
Til' we pull out these eights and get your safe
No masks, let these niggaz see our face
Pawn yourself, boy, cause we robbin the place, what?
[Chorus: Capone and Noyd]
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail, nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]We can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]Nigga we can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real
[Capone]
Yo, yo, hey yo, niggas never learn
Til' they shot and get a jail term
Both havin bullets is hot
The average ran by the room
And the city is ridin', cops knockin'
The streets is watchin', without shades
I don't stop, I just keep clockin'
Haters played on my bad judgment
Like dude's numbers (you want it?)
Then floss for a few summers
Newcomers walk in my steps, often I rep
Bang guns, still got corporate respect
They think they fuckin' up the projects,
Installing cameras, niggas'll shoot them shits out
And get 'em more bananas, you know the ghetto life
Jail, blood, sweat, and tatted tears
Block wars, every young bitch having kids
I'm the lost boy of Queensbridge, drama never told
Been a piranha in the streets since seven years old
Two and a half years cold, now scorchin'
Like a bullet bucked from a four fifth
Grunt nigga, fallin'
[Chorus]
[Noyd (Capone)]
Yo, yo, now we the niggas cockin' the hammers, rockin bandanas
My whole clique gangsta boy (Straight bananas!)
(Compulsive gamblers bet the X-5)
(It's money on the line, I form better, the all bets on the side)
To death niggas ride, with the guns you can get it live
(Slain in the public, the game we above it)
And we don't discuss nothin, we leave the guns buckin'
You get knocked down with four pounds, keep frontin'
We rep Queensbridge and you heard of us all
There's Noyd and Capone and we murder you all
(Leave you in the morgue, toe tag, and polaroid picture)
(If my shit jam, and don't bust, then Noyd'll hit you)
And I won't stop 'til I get a man, pop a nigga
Or pull out the box cutter and 'ox the nigga
(Who can stop this killa? Capone, the block guerilla)
(I snap shots, still got the picture)
(Boo)
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
[Chorus:]
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump
These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump, leave ya slumped
Do ride to the death, don't fuck with jake,
Do squeeze on a nigga find out he a snake
Don't walk in my hood after 11 or 12,
Do the right thing and always stack money for bail,
Don't fuck with the soft, do fuck with the hard,
Don't ever wear a walkman when you spin in the yard,
Do come through prepared, don't wait to blast,
Don't think you gunna' win if you likin' that ass
Do your business in person don't talk on the jack
Do know the consequences getting caught and a tap
Don't let a nigga put a battery in your back,
Do salute me when you see me, don't fuck up a pact,
Do realize the villain of the city is back,
Don't shoot it in air waste bullets for that,
Do understand these codes or you will get clapped,
[Chorus:]
Yo, these are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump, leave ya slumped
Don't fuck with white liquor, do shots of the yaght,
Don't trust when you see a nigga hoodied in black,
Do whipe your prints off when you tossin' a gat,
Don't let a 10-4 get a nigga the snatch,
Do the white air forces, keep a tee to match,
Don't fuck with my good boy, breath with that,
Do look out the peephole before you leave,
Don't let a nigga catch you comin' out the crib and
squeeze,
Do push her face down when she givin' you top,
Don't let her spit it out make her swallow every drop,
Do watch for the feds, cuz they seekin' indictment,
Don't go do a hit a buck and whip out hydrant,
Do walk around New York vest under your jacket,
Don't promise a jail nigga, kites in a package,
Do smoke till they have your last bag of piff,
Don't fuck with a drug that'll make you scratch and
sniff,
Do understand these codes, or you will get clapped,
Don't forget to put it down like an OG black,
Yea yea, these are the codes, this is the manual,
You must abide by this
[Chorus:]
Yo these are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump, leave ya slumped
Do take A or C, don't neglect the kids,
Do the math, look at all the bodies droppin'
Don't front on your soldiers, take em' out gun shoppin'
Do wear a seat belt when you hop in,
Don't open they knockin' to ask around, ain't nobody
can stop em,
Don't fuck your man family, that shit is a problem,
Do live by this manual consider the doctrine
[Chorus:]
Yo these are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Real niggas stay ready to dump
These are the dos and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by the codes and get a shotgun pump
Die Geschichte von Victor "Noreaga" Santiago und Kiam "Capone"
Holley liest sich wie ein spannender Roman voller Höhen und Tiefen: Gefängnis,
Erfolge, Verluste, wieder Gefängnis und so weiter. Aber der Reihe nach.Kennen
gelernt haben sie sich in der Greenhaven Besserungsanstalt für jugendliche
Straftäter im Staat New York. Sie finden schnell einen Draht zueinander, da beide
aus Queens stammen. Sie spielen Basketball, schreiben Reime und lesen Bücher
zusammen. Nach Absitzen ihrer Strafe tun sie sich mit dem befreundeten Rapper
Tragedy Khadafi zusammen und nehmen '96 als CNN mit Mobb Deep den Track "LA
LA" auf, der als Antwort auf den New York-Diss "NY NY" vom Dogg Pound
gedacht ist. In einer Zeit, in der durch Medienhype die schwellenden
Eastcoast-Westcoast Auseinandersetzungen aufgebauscht werden sollen, ernten Capone
und Noreaga wegen der ironischen Lyriks und dem Hammer-Hook viel Respekt:"LA
LA, Big City of Dreams, but everything in LA, ain't always what it seems, you might
get fooled, if you come from outta town, cuz we comin from Queens and gets
down." Da die Labels zu der Zeit, beeinflusst durch Gruppen wie Mobb Deep oder
den Wu-Tang Clan, ihr Ohr auf der Straße haben, können Capone & Noreaga bald ein
Vertrag mit Tommy Boy unter Dach und Fach bringen und so steht '97 das Debut
"The War Report" in den Läden. Es gilt bis heute als Klassiker,
vollgepackt mit Straßenhymnen. Der Beat pumpt rauh, unterlegt von dunklen und
pathetischen Klassiksamples, die Vocals kommen hart und dreckig, "Real Thug
Life". Capone & Noreaga bilden '97 zusammen mit Mobb Deep die Speerspitze des
Hardcore-Raps aus Queensbridge, die den Ball wieder zurück nach New York holen. Das
Album bekommt trotz Undergroundstatus Gold.Doch auf ein Hoch folgt bei CNN
bekanntlich ein Tief und so muss Capone kurze Zeit später wieder hinter Gitter.
Noreaga ist plötzlich auf sich allein gestellt und versucht nun Solo weiter zu
arbeiten. Er hält aber immer die Erinnerung an seinen Partner am Leben. Und so
findet sich auf seiner '98 veröffentlichten Scheibe N.O.R.E (Niggaz on Da Run Eatin)
unter den Produzenten auch der Name "Capone". Das Album mit Features von
Big Pun, Nas, Busta Rhymes usw. wurde mit Platin ausgezeichnet und bringt Noreaga in
die Riege der Superstars wie Ll Cool J, Nas, Jay-Z. Die Platte selbst ist poppiger
als der Erstling geraten und lässt, trotz einiger Kracher, ein wenig die Intensität
und Roughness aus Anfangstagen vermissen. Wie fast alle seiner berühmten Rapkollegen
avanciert Noreaga neben Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard oder Busta Rhymes zu einem der
begehrtesten Gastrapper. So tritt er u.a. auf Werken von Onyx, Big Punisher und Fat
Joe in Erscheinung.Der nächste Rückschlag aber kommt prompt. Nachdem schon Noreagas
Mutter Barbara Marie Holley 1996 gestorben ist, trifft es im Juli '98 auch seinen
Vater Victor Mambo Santiago. In dieser Zeit hätte er Capone dringend gebraucht, doch
der sitzt immer noch im Knast, und so versucht er über die Musik seine Trauer zu
verarbeiten. Heraus kommt '99 sein zweites Soloalbum "Melvin Flynt: Da
Hustler" und erweist sich als ein halbgares, überstürzt auf den Markt
geworfenes Produkt, das bei Fans und Kritikern nicht besonders gut abschneidet. Es
verkauft sich zwar 500.000 mal, aber man merkt, dass ihm sein Freund und Partner
Capone in jeder Hinsicht fehlt.Alles wendet sich zum Guten, als Capone Ende '99 aus
der Haft entlassen wird. Nach langsamem Abtasten und der Rehabilitierung Capones im
Rapbusiness durch Gastauftritte u.a. bei Screwball beginnt man mit der Arbeit am
legitimen Nachfolger von "The War Report". Ende November steht dann die
Platte "The Reunion" in den Läden und knüpft an alte CNN-Tage
an.2000 The Reunion1999 Melvin Flynt: Da
Hustler1998 N.O.R.E.1997 The War Report
What's up ese
This is the notorious Capone
Back to clean up all that industry bullshit
Trying to fuck my name up dog
This is for you you fucking rankers
Fuck the intro, straight to the point
The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
Run the Goddamn calles like the police
I'm that cholo pelon, el mas chingon, pinche cabron with the corazon
Texas my home, don't fuck with this
In the water with the weighst around your feet and your wrists bitch
You know what's up dog
I'm on top of the streets like the California smog
They get flattened fucking with this Latin
Dopest rapping, from Los to Manhatten
I ain't bragging, just stating the truth
I'm the baddest Mexicano in the sound booth
I serve em all with this dope, my barrio dope
All my enemigos choke from the shotgun smoke
I'm that homey in the locs, the old school chucks
I'm the vato that the supermodels pay to fuck
I'm the gangster with no concious, I handle up
Like Timothy McVeigh, dog I blow shit up
What, gangster gangster gangster scrub
Capone got that Chicano gangster flow
Fuck the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike
Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light
[Chorus]
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
Gangster rolas for cholos and cholas
Gangster guns for levas and solcas
Can't stand the haters and gangster fakers
Latino Jam be some real regulators
Fill the house like Shaquille and the Lakers
Independant, having money like the majors
Brown rhyme sayer, kilo gram weigher
Master's degree, triple beam operator
Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
God sent me here to diss you
Take a nap, you vatos are wack
You couldn't feel me if I was standing right on top of your back
Two turntables and a microphone
This ain't Beck, it's a vato putting rappers in check
Here to collect the street respect
Got my infared beam on your turtleneck, boy
[Chorus]
One two, one two, stomp the shit out of you
Tres cuatro, it's suicide fucking with this vato
Don't get caught up in something gacho
You're just another amateur at Night At The Apollo
I'm the professional, stay off my testicles
Pay check, with a whole bunch of decimals
Got your addiction, what's you fix
I got dope on cassette and compact disc
Calling out names on all you lames
Can't touch my style holmes, I'm straigh cocaine
Capone, remember the letters
Disrespect and get shanked through your Polo sweater
Latin assasin, gangster action
Rearrange your face like Michael Jackson
Latino Jam be a big ass gang
Full of Mexicanos with the barrio slang
[Chorus]
What you need homey
The lights in the harbour, don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship, adrift on the sea
The sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine, how I wish
You were mine, again my dear
I'm on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak
How did I lose you?
Oh, where did I fail?
Why did you leave me?
Always to sail
This sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine, how I wish
You were mine, again my dear
I'm on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak
Oh, what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more
Come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me
Away from the sea
The sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine, how I wish
You were mine, again my dear
I'm on the sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak
Sea of heartbreak
I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day
And stopped there for a moment just to watch the
children play
Alone a boy was standing and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that could not see and he began to
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
I'm like a flower just growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me I'm nobody's child
People come for children and take them for their own
But they all seem to pass me by and I am left alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see I'm
blind
They always take some other child and I am left behind
No mother's arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely here I wish that I could
I'd walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can
And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for
[spoken]
I just can't seem to figure out
Why the folks all pass me by
Cause I know that it's true that god takes
Little blind children with him in the sky
And they tell me that I'm oh so pretty
And they seem to like my big curls of gold
But then they take some other little child
And I'm left here all alone
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
I'm like a flower just growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
I met a boy who didn’t know
Which way to turn which way to go
He didn’t like books, he didn’t like girls
He didn’t like going to school
But when he said he didn’t like Reggae
I just had to lose my cool
Chorus
I said what you talkin’ ’bout
You say you don’t like the Reggae beat
I said what you talkin’ ’bout
You say you don’t like the Reggae beat
You must be cray ay ay yeah ah, cra-zy (oh)
You must be cray ay ay yeah ah, cra-zy (you must be)
I met a man who didn’t know
Which way to turn which way to go
He didn’t like cars, he didn’t like books
He didn’t like anything fast
But when he said he didn’t like Reggae
In his face I had to laugh (ha)
Chorus
Solo
Repeat first verse
I was a fool, broke every rule, blue darling
Saw the tears that took the place of your sweet smile
My heart would break if ever I should lose you
Blue darling you're the lone and only one
(Chorus)
So please, please, please forgive me
Im sorry for the wrong that I have done
My heart would break if ever I should lose you
Blue darling, you're the lone and only one
I'll be leaving on account of you
So please don't ever think of me
We used to love together, we two
So please don't ever think of me
Won't someone be kind and make you happy all the time
Your love for me has faded away
Although my heart is aching dear
Be happy and never think of me
(Chorus 2)
So please, please forgive me
I'm sorry for the wrong that I have done
My heart would break if ever I should lose you
Blue darling you're the lone and only one
She's my lady, she's my baby, she's my woman Lord above
And I'll love her till the end of time
And I'll love her till the end of time
Said I'll love her till the end of time
Her lips are kissed by the sweet morning mist
Her eyes as bright as the full moon at night
She's my lady my tropical baby and she's mine
Until the end of time, my Tropical Lady, my island baby
Said I love her till the end of time
Said I love her till the end of time, Lord above
Said I love her till the end of time
But I, don't know what to say to her
And I don't know what to do
But one thing I know girl,
She's my Tropical Lady, my island baby
She's my woman, Lord above
And I'll love her till the end of time
And I'll love her till the end of time
Said I'll love her till the end of time
Instrumental
Everyday I'm away from you
I get these Tropical Lady blues
How can I live when I'm feeling so blue
When all I want is to be by you
My Tropical Lady, my island baby
And she's my woman, Lord above
And I'll love her till the end of time
And I'll love her till the end of time
And I'll love her till the end of time
But I, don't know what to say to her
And I don't know what to do
But there's one thing I know girl, I love you
My Tropical Lady, I love you, my island baby
Said I'll love her till the end of time
Said I'll love her till the end of time
Said I'll love her till the end of time
Said I'll love her till the end of time (end of time)
Said I'll love her, I love her, till the end of time (end of time)
Said I'll love her, till the end, of time (end of time)
Until the end of time (end of time)
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