Lyrics:
yaad
Ah no we alone
Whole that pose mek mi tun on mi phone and
Mek mi tape it wid me video recorder
Gimme a luv pose
Mek di teacha tek yuh picture
All
And a we alone
Hold dat pose mek mi tun on mi phone and
Mek mi tape it
With mi video recorder
Gih me a love pose
Mek Di Teacha tek yuh picture
All
up!
Get up!
My tractor field move,
move and the forest.
the recorder on all cylinders.
Techno express rumbles.
in the cockpit of various
to Hennessey, shower and get dressed, telling em
Keep the film rolling, keep the camera on me
Tape recorders ready, he's about to speak
Dudes are not ready, die
Well the latest craze going around
Is called the video cassete recorder.
And I was the first one in my town
To send off my money order.
Well I
Well, the latest craze going around
Is called the video cassette recorder
And I was the first one in my town
To send off my money order
Well, I
sein
Doch meine Seele muss mitleiden
Sie kann das nicht unterscheiden
Wir schauen Video
Der Wahnsinn ist passiert
Auch der Recorder programmiert
Und
like a record from a disc jock, yo baby
c me and you together,
mek we kick it like a brand new leather
Money deya mek we fly go change e weather
Jamaican or Bolivian
No matter what disc recorder or part of town you livin' in
I recommend you listenin' to these distinguished gentlemen
Who take
trippin
Saggin as a pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a new york reporter
"new york, new york"
"new york, new york"
"new york, new york"
me limpin'
Fuck you-N-I-T-why, I'm coast trippin'
Saggin' as a Pelle, smashin' tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
"New York, New
Human is the object fed like material
Do you swear to bribe them
Hand on the video
Blows to the back of that little bit of soft brain
Imma feed it to you
Surveillance audio recorder in a dried-up creek
And we're headed to the temporary shelter at the roller rink
Every woman and child and man in
some bandages
You ain't seen nothing like this since we switched off floppy discs
I bring the heat that you need, like Dwayne Wade
I live my life off
divorce her
Live from my my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don't blow your money young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in
blue jeans
enamorado de ella de una super estrella
trastornado por Britney Spears.
Enamorado de Britney Spears
mi vida gira en un compact disc
To the streets with the Krylon
Clicka clacka! clicka clacka
Take a spray can and slap a wack rapper!
Stacks of money for videos I don't have it
You're lookin'
kharido kharido kharido kharido
kharido kharido kharido kharido
motar gadi video tv ac cooler
vacum cleaner
you want fever
Sweat run down from your body like a river
Woman a video me and a say dem wan fi take picture
Turn dem on and spin dem like a disc jack
The night the music died, we burned all the classics
On to one last disc of bright blue plastic
Johnny Cash hits and a rapper slash actress
More powerful
Barefoot uncaring
Into the crack on the video recorder
I thought
My God she really likes it
Whatever she felt
My little weapon was not adverse to her plump
Recorder imaginary beast
See if the brigadier ghosts skip
As she turns aside the curling
Phantasmagoria waves
In tropical convergence
Inside the shade
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to Blair
It's the Temps singing "I'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
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