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Jimmy

M.I.A. none none none Jimmy, Jimmy Come back...

URAQT

M.I.A. none none none Dt-Dt-Dt On your...

Sunshowers

M.I.A. none none none I bongo with...

Pull Up The People

M.I.A. none none none Pull up the...

Hombre

M.I.A. none none none Oi Ga-Ra-To Pi-qa...

Galang

M.I.A. none none none London Calling Speak...

Fire Fire

M.I.A. none none none Growin up, Brewin...

Bucky Done Gun

M.I.A. none none none London Quiet down...

Bingo

M.I.A. none none none Can you keep...

Amazon

M.I.A. none none none I was missin’...

10 $

M.I.A. none none none China girl was...

Jimmy

Jimmy, Jimmy
Come back Jimmy

 

When you go Rwanda Congo
Take me on ya genocide tour
Take me on a truck to Darfur
Take me where you would go

 

Got static on ya satellite phone
Got to get you safe at home
Got to get you some where warm
So you get me all alone

 

Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja

 

Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing that button but I don’t know what your sayin
You hit me on AIM tryin’ flip me on some game
Are you coming are you going are you leaving are you staying

 

You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me

 

You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me

 

Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja

 

Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing me, what you sayin
You hit me on AIM, flip me on some game
But I still don’t know what you’re sayin’

 

You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me

 

You told me that your busy
Your loving makes me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me

 

Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja
Jimmy Aaja

URAQT

Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phoneDt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phoneYou Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,I’ll get my bro to rob your phone [x4]You Big Dummy
Now Could it be that me and He Are tighter than J-lo in her jeansAnd Could it be that me and HeAre tighter than R.Kelly in his teensYou fucking With My manAnd you text him all the timeYou might’ve had him onceBut I got him all the time
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phoneDt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phoneYou Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,I’ll get my bro to rob your phone [x2]
U R A Q TIs your Dad a dealer Cause you’re dope to meYou Throw them Balls across the countryYou win gold medals for when you’re with meYou Big Dummy
Right then, It’s On [x8]
He ain’t no Word for scrabbleYou don’t get points for doublesMenage Trois LalalalalaI’ll bill you for your droudlesYou done lost your marbleLike a ball I’ll make you dribbleYour the shrapnels in the rubbleI’m a raging bull, a rebelIt’s all about the low-blow brown GirlThe No blood, no Love hot girlThe jnkn jnkn jumping off the decks girlThe jnkn jnkn jumping off the rocks girlYou big Dummy
U R A Q TIs your Dad a dealer Cause you’re dope to meYou Throw them Balls across the countryYou win gold medals for when you’re with meYou Big Dummy
Right then, It’s on [x16]
You Big Dummy

Sunshowers

I bongo with My LingoBeat it like a wing yoFrom Congo to ColumboCan’t sterotype my thing yo
I salt and pepper my MangoShoot Spit Out the windowBingo I got him in the thing yo
Quit bending all my FingoQuit beating me like you’re a ringoYou wanna go?You wanna win a war?Like p.L.O I don’t surrendo
Sunshowers that fall on my troublesAre over you, My babyAnd Some Showers I’ll be aiming at youCause I’m watching you, My baby
I bongo with My LingoBeat it like a wing yoFrom Congo to ColumboCan’t sterotype my thing yo
I checked that mouth on him Fucking Checked that gas on himI had him, Cornered himFucking Shut that gate on him
Why would you listen to him?He had his way I’m bored of him I’m tired of himI don’t wanna be as bad as him
It’s a bomb yoSo run yoPut away your stupid gun yoCause see through like a protocol callWhich is why we blow it up ‘for we go
Sunshowers that fall on my troublesAre over you, My babyAnd Some Showers I’ll be aiming at youCause I’m watching you, My baby [x2]
Semi-9 and snipered himOn that wall they posted himThey cornered himAnd then just murdered him
He Told them he didn’t know themHe wasn’t there, they didn’t know himThey showed him a picture then ; “Ain’t that you with the Muslims?”
He got Colgate on his teethAnd Reebok classics on his feetAt a factory he does NikeAnd then he helps the family
Beat heart BeatHe’s made it to the newsweekSweetheart Seen itHe’s doing it for the Peeps… Peace
Sunshowers that fall on my troublesAre over you, My babyAnd Some Showers I’ll be aiming at youCause I’m watching you, My baby [x3]

Pull Up The People

Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the poor, pull up the poor
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. thang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it bang [X2]
Yeah,me got God and me got you Every day thinking bout how me get through Everything i own is on I.O.U. But i’m here to bringing you Someting new
You no like the people,they no like you Then they go and set it off With a big Boom Every gun in a battle is a Son and daughter too
So why you wanna talk about Who done who? Why you wanna talk about
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. tang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it bang [X2]
Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the poor, pull up the poor
I’m a fighter, fighter God I’m a soldier on that road I’m a fighter, a nice nice fighter I’m a soldier on that road You can bring me the reaper Bring me the lawyer I’m a fighter, i’ll take em on You treat me like a killer I ain’t hate ya.
I’m a fighter, fighter God I’m a soldier on that road I’m a fighter, a nice nice fighter I’m a soldier on that road
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. thang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. thang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. thang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang That’s the M.I.A. thang I’ve got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make it bang

Hombre

Oi Ga-Ra-To Pi-qa mine nu-mu-ro Me leaga – you teaser Leaga para min, Please sin
Excuse me little Hombre Take my number call me I can get squeaky So you can come and oil me
My finger tips and the lips Do the work yeah My hips do the flicks As I walk yeah With a good head I came to make it With a good head I came to break it
Did your Mama tell you About me What she say Don’t go play there Gonna make that hot boy Want me Gonna make that hot boy Take me
You can stick me Stab me Grind me or wind me Fuck, we can even ask your wifey Rich bored at home With a kiddie She don’t know about You getting nookie
Member when you first started Call me You had a ticket Waitin’ for me Said you wanna Meet in Miami So we can start a Family
Hoytu hoytu Cept cept (cet cet) Cinko, quadro Tres doie You can call me over

Galang

London Calling Speak the Slang nowBoys say Wha-GwanGirls say Wha-What [x2]
Slam Galang galang galangGa la ga la ga la Land ga Lang ga LangShotgun get you downGet down get down get downGe-d Ge-d Ge-d Down G-down G-downToo late you down D-down D-down D-downTa na ta na ta na Ta na ta na ta
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang langBlaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang langPurple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Who the hell is huntin’ you? In the BMWHow the hell they find you?1 4 7’d youFeds gonna get youPull the strings on the hoodOne Paranoid youBlazing through the Hood [x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang langBlaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang langPurple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
London Calling Speak the Slang nowBoys say Wha-GwanGirls say Wha-What [x2]
They SayRiver’s gonna run throughWork is gonna save youPray and you will pull throughSuck-a-dick’ll help youDon’t let ’em get to youIf he’s got one, you’ve got 2Backstab your crewSell it out to sell you [x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang langBlaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang langPurple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang [x2]
Ya Ya haaaaaa… Oh eh oh eh oh oh ya ya yay [x6]

Fire Fire

Growin up, Brewin Up Guerilla gettin trained up Look out look out From over the Rooftop
Growin up, Brewin Up Guerilla gettin trained up Look out Look out From over the rooftop
Competition coming up now Load up, Aim, Fire Fire, Pop
Competition coming up now Load up, Aim, Fire Fire, Pop
Row Da Boat – Straight to da ocean Give ‘im a run – A run at his own game Signal the plane – An’ I landed on the runway A survivor, independant foreigner
First your beats had me running to the running man Then your chat had me wanna do the bogie man Click suits and booted in the timberland Freakin out to Missy on a Timbaland
Growin up, Brewin Up Guerilla gettin trained up Look out Look out From over the rooftop
Growin up, Brewin Up Guerilla gettin trained up Look out Look out From over the rooftop
Competition coming up now Load up, Aim, Fire Fire, Pop
Competition coming up now Load up, Aim, Fire Fire, Pop
You shoulda been good to me Then I wouldn’t get so rowdy rowdy You shoulda kept ya eye on me Then I wouldn’t get so baddy baddy
Whether you are… Swinging out to Swing beat Laying low and jacking-up to Lou Reed Chasin out to Pixies and the Beasties Doin aceed with Hair-Coloured Geek Freaks FFWD onto the’ 04 Got my own flow get you to the dance floor Little mamma doin the booty rolls Crump clowns got me rootin for the linos

Bucky Done Gun

London Quiet down I need to make a sound New York Quiet down I need to make a sound Kingston Quiet down I need to make a sound Brazil Quiet down I need to make sound
They’re coming through the window They’re coming through the door They’re busting down the big wall And Sounding the horn [x2]
What you Want Bucky Done Gun What you want The Fire Done Burn What you want Bucky Done Gun Get Crackin’ Get Get Crackin’ [x2]
Time to spit new shit I’m rocking on this new bit I’m hot now you’ll see I’ll fight you just to get peace
Heavy Weight Wrestler Fight me in your comforter Let you be superior I’m flithy with the fury ya
London Quiet down I need to make a sound New York Quiet down I need to make a sound Kingston Quiet down I need to make a sound Brazil Quiet I need to make sound
I’ll hard drive your bit I’m battered by your sumo grip Lucky I like feeling shit My Stamina can take it Gymnastics Super Fit Muscle in the gun clip Bite, Teeth Nose Bleed Tied up in a scarf piece
What you Want Bucky Done Gun What you want The Fire Done Burn What you want Bucky Done Gun Get Crackin’ Get Get Crackin’ [x2]
Can I get control Do you like me vulnerable I’m armed and I’m equal More fun for the people Physical, Brute force Steel, lion you’re the boss Yeah, you’re so do-able Grind me down sugar slow
What you Want Bucky Done Gun What you want The Fire Done Burn What you want Bucky Done Gun Get Crackin’ Get Get Crackin’ [x2]

Bingo

Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you ’bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I’m hitting the 6 [x4]
I know what’s going on I know how you going on I got the ra ra Go ahead and throw the ball I don’t be running at all I got my own goal I stand in one place And make sure I just hit the ball
Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you ’bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I’m hitting the 6 [x4]
You drink too much Rum You make me wanna run I make no assumption Ass will get the hump on Wha’s the point of talkin’ gun? I’m donel Blitz and bombed That what I don’t run For the sake of havin’ fun
Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you ’bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I’m hitting the 6 [x4]
Do you know what is on? Do you know what is on? Do you know how this beat is made in fucking London, Doc? [x2]
Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you ’bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I’m hitting the 6 [x4]

Amazon

I was missin’ in actionOn the side of a cartonI was taken in a DatsunFrom a street in Action [x2]
I was sipping on a RubiconThinking ’bout where I comeIts all this for revolutionCuttin’ up the couponSavin for a telephoneCan I call homePlease Can I go Home [x2]
Painted nails, sunsets on horizonsPalm trees silhouette smells amazingBlindfolds under home made lanternsSomewhere in the Amazon They’re holding me Ransom [x2]
Hello This is M.I.A. Could you please Come get me [x4]
Smoking on a BensonTryin’ to get me undoneLet Me GoI don’t want your attentionUnder SubmissionOut of frustration I’ll do itI’ll scream for the nation [x2]
Painted nails, sunsets on horizonsPalm trees silhouette smells amazingBlindfolds under home made lanternsSomewhere in the Amazon They’re holding me Ransom [x2]
Hello This is M.I.A. Could you please Come get me [x4]
Minutes turned to hoursAnd Became our datesWhen We Shared raindropsThat turned into LakesBodies started MergingAnd the lines got grey Now I’m looking at him thinkingMaybe He’s okay [x2]
Hello This is M.I.AIt’s okay You forgot me [x8]

10 $

China girl was a little girl From a town That’s all you need to know
Lolita was a man-eater Clocked him like a taxi meter
Fuck gold, she was a platinum digger Shakin-ass making moves on a mover
Visa, then a plane ride to ya Peace out. she’ll kill you like uma
She skipped away to the shop She found she didn’t have enough
She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop.
She skipped away to the shop She found she didn’t have enough
She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop.
China girl grew up to be a big girl Had her sights set on a bigger world
Dial-a-bride from sri lanka Found herself a yorkshire banker
Need a visa? got wth a geezer Need some money? Paid him with her knees up Year later, started to ease up Got her own way, shouted out ‘see ya’
She skipped away to the shop She found she didn’t have enough
She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop.
She skipped away to the shop She found she didn’t have enough
She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop.
Yea, what can i get for 10 dollar? Anything you want. [8x]

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