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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ey
Do your thang
Get your bands
You go out
With your friends
Leave at six
Leave at 10
Home by five
Leave again
Leave

collide
In the after-party we come alive
From the beachfront scenes to the clubs inside
In this city of dreams we take our ride

Jet-setters land on private

Toe to Toe

Kid 'N Play

Kid 'n Play's Funhouse

1990

Verse 1:
toe to toe Kid 'N Play's on a roll again
it's only right that we keep the crowd dancin'
the rhymes are dope the tempo is steady
you ready

Manilla

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction
We have been at many times, under much stress
Since being brought into this

crazy
Bands on bands I get those daily
She on top, she ride me harley
Shes the type to fuck at a party
(Shes the type to fuck at a party)
She felt my aura

of gangs, living by and dying by the sword
Block parties, fools stamp debit cards
Your hood ain't no different from ours
We share the same dreams, same money

Gathering, we will now allow the beat to continue, and proceed to give 
You more of what you like.  This message has been brought to you by the 
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Doowutchyalike

Digital Underground

Sex Packets

1990

...Now if this records is being played a a club, disco, lounge, house 
basement, or block party, car stereo, stoop, or at any other social 
gathering, we

town 
the Netherlands
we've come to the end 
of this dream 
we go back by night train

From the Alps to the North Sea
It's a party on wheels
From

Big bands
Pull up the Benz
South side known in my ends
Bitch boy come get your man's
Baby won't you bring out your friends
Okay alright okay alright
All

The Bluegrass Widow

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

The Party Never Ends: Songs You Know from the Times You Can't Remember

2003

Boys, which was a bluegrass band I was in in College Station, Texas. 
We were a little four piece band, we played weddings and parties and out

a nigga feel sumn' on God

I ain't finna make no band I got a real drum
Perky got me bitin' down like it was real gum
Oh they said the opps in the party

little fucking disease
I got H-U tatted on the front of my arms
The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we

and my band was out on stage
But I got a mic and twenty-five minutes to melt your face

Wait for the day where we enfranchise the confined
You hold

buddies and my band
Now come on everybody stand up
cnd let's dance


I'm gonna last until the morning
Cause it feels like Friday night
I dare you to try

a party balloon
Guns don't fire without a finger on the trigger
Peace will come when there's compromise
We all want to be a part of something bigger
Stars

Funknoshus is in the house we gonna make the party go
Come on

Dance Now, do your thang
Dance Now hey
Dance Now, do your thang
Dance Now

We're here to party

brass
Stuck on your wall, with a pin in my ass
If you get me, you will travel first class
I'll show you, we will make magic, cheri 

[ENGINEER]
You buy

Dangerous
Out in the dark side of the streets
That's changing us
The system never completes it just
Crushes us
Can't we all rise up and meet and beat

Station, Texas
We were a little four piece band
We played weddings and parties and out on the porch and beer joints
And one weekend on a handful of cheap

Lower East Side

Delinquent Habits

Delinquent Habits

1996

In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in

This is a cry out
To the ones in the gutter
To the sorry unfaithful
We lonely few
We band of others
We stand apart
In a trial by fire
We

Chris
How are you doing there, John?

John
I got the hots for Yvonne
We should get drunk and get laid
Since the end is so near

Chris
I tell you, buddy,

kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I