One love, one heart Let's get together and feel all right One love, one heart Give thanks and praise to the Lord feel all right Let's get together and feel all right
One love, one song
One love, one heart Let's get together and feel all right One love, one heart Give thanks and praise to the Lord feel all right Let's get together and feel all right
Feel all right Let's get together and feel all right Let's get together and feel all right
TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURER BE YOUR NAME TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURE BE THE SAME MAKE-EE NO TEACH-EE ME AGAIN OH AS SOON TEACHING FINISH YES, DA THING-EE IT GON DIE IT DEY-O AS SOON TEACHING FINISH YES, DA THING-EE IT GON DIE IT DEY-O
ME AND YOU NO DEY FOR THE SAME-U CATEGORY NA THE SAME CATEGORY-O
Let's get down, to the underground spiritual game We all sing together, play music together in happiness All you have to do is sing what I play on my horn Now Let's go...
A kujuba, A kujuba YE-EHHHH! Yehhhhhh-Ey!
Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-ke, Ke-re-Ji-Ke-Ke YAA! Ke-re-ke Ji Ke-ke YAA! Ke-re-ke Ji Ke-ke YAA! Ke-re-ke-Ke Ji Ke-ke YAA!
All the wahala, all the problems, All the things, all the things they go do, For this world go start, When the teacher, schoolboy and schoolgirl jam together Who be teacher? I go let you know
When we be pikin FATHA/ MAMA BE TEACHER When we dey for school TEACHER BE TEACHER Now dey University LECTURER BE TEACHER When we start to work GOVERNMENT BE TEACHER
CU-ULTURE AND TRADITION (*after each line) Who be government teacher? Who be government teacher? Cu-ulture and tradition Cu-ulture and tradition
Now the problem side, of a teaching student-ee I go sing about I don pass pikin, I don pass school, university, se-fa pass As I don start to work, na government I must se-fa pass Da go for France
YES SIR/YES MAAM (*after each line) Engi-land Italy Germany Na dem culture For der Be teacher For dem Go China Russia Korea Viet Nam Na dem culture For der Be teacher For dem Go Syria Jordan Iran Iraq Na dem culture For der Be teacher For dem
Let us face ourselves for Afrika Na de matter of Afrika This part-ee of my song Na all the problems of this world In we dey carry, for Afrika Wey no go ask-ee me
WHICH ONE? (*after each line) Problems of inflation Problems of corruption Of mismanagement Stealing by government Nothing we dey carry All over Afrika Na de latest one Na him dey make me laugh
AUSTERITY (*after each line) Austeri- Austeri- Na him dey latest one Na him dey make me laugh Why I dey laugh? Man no fit cry?
Who be our teacher na Oyinbo? Who be our teacher na Oyinbo? A na false, the first election And the second election held in Nigeria Na the second election na it was pass
BOBA LA NONSENSE (*after each line) Boba la nonsense Boba la nonsense He pass redeem He pass corruption Which kind election be dis? People na go vote Dem come get big big numbers Thousands to thousands Millions to billions Which kind election be dis? Boba la nonsense
Na dem-o-cr-azy be the deal Na dem-o-cr-azy be the deal Who don teach us ee dem-o-cr-azy? (Bo-ptch!) Oyinbo teach-ee us (Yuh-ngh!) Oyinbo for Europe-oh Oyinbo teach us many many things-ee Many of dem things I don sing about-ee Me I no gin copy Oyinbo style Let us think say, Oyinbo no pass me When Shagari finish him elections Wey dem no tell am, say him make mistake-ee Say this yo, no be democracy Oyinbo dem no tell army self Na for England-ee, I me no fit take over I come think about this demo-crazy
Democrazy DEMO-CRAZY (*after each line) Crazy demo Demonstration of craze Crazy demonstration If it no be craze Why for Afrika? As time dey go Things just dey bad They bad more and more Poor man dey cry Rich man dey mess Demo-crazy Democrazy Crazy demo Demonstration of craze Crazy demonstration
If good-u teacher teach-ee something And student make mistake Teacher must talk-ee so But Oyinbo no talk-ee so I suffer dem, Dey suffer dem Dem dey say da teaching get meaning Different different meaning Different different kinds of meaning That is why I say That is the reason of my song
That is the conclude The conclud-ee of my song
I say, I sing, I beg everyone to join my song (3x)
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TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURER BE YOUR NAME TEACHER, TEACHER-O NA THE LECTURE BE THE SAME MAKE-EE NO TEACH-EE ME AGAIN OH AS SOON TEACHING FINISH YES, DA THING-EE IT GON DIE IT DEY-O AS SOON TEACHING FINISH YES, DA THING-EE IT GON DIE IT DEY-O
ME AND YOU NO DEY FOR THE SAME-U CATEGORY NA THE SAME CATEGORY-O
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Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-Ke, Ke-re-ke, Ke-re-Ji-Ke-Ke YAA! Ke-re-ke Ji Ke-ke YAA! Ke-re-ke Ji Ke-ke YAA! Ke-re-ke-Ke Ji Ke-ke
[Intro -The Weeknd] She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night Girl, take pride in what you wanna do Even if that means a new man every night inside of you Baby, I don't mind You can tell by how I roll Cause my clique hard and my cup cold My tongue slurred cause I'm so throwed And I'm wiping sweat from my last show And he's TG and I'm XO I'm only here for one night And I'mma be your memory Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me I got cups full of that Rose Smoke anything that's passed to me Don't worry 'bout my boys I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you Bad b*tch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad b*tch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me [Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] Old rapping ass Lightyears past the class Hit it, don't have to pass n*gga, we the new Aftermath n*ggas after fame, I just had to laugh n*ggas after fame, I'm after cash You's a fan of a player I'm the man, you's a hater And I only smoke papers That's how you tell them Taylors n*gga listen Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen And not a thing comes out without permission Look, everything I got on I was made for Everything that I got I done came for All the sh*t that you see I done slaved for All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for Need I say more Spend so much money on clothes Said f**k a store, making my own I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along And know I was rolling one while I was making this song Pour out some shots You're taking too long Young and I'm rich And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemondae [Hook] Good to you Bad b*tch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad b*tch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] I'm on some gin, you on some gin I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast I hit the weed, you take the wheel We lose control Drop the top in that 69 The motor roaring , in that old Chevelle Can't say a thing, thats how your suppose to feel Stacking all of this paper, dawg I like to call this sh*t old news It means haters jocking our old moves Popping champagne cause we made it Back in the Phantom, we faded
All of this sh*t that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow
Soon after we locked eyes, I had a vision of me inside. I stimulate your mind and give your body everything it wants. Private school her whole life, got an infatuation with being bad. You take her out to shop and spend it all, cause she don't see them tags. I get deep inside her soul though, if she was a guitar I'd treat her like the solo, and pull my fingers through your hair. And last night was amazing, I could honestly say that you're the best I ever had. And you don't remember cause you weren't even there, but your soul was.
Keep goin, just catch up on the next one. Ay. ay, ay. Ay.
We don't make love, I touch your soul girl.
She don't party where the rest go. You need to be able to let your hair down, so you can feel good. Girl you can buy your own drinks, drive your own car, purchase them louis bags on your own. Her parents money long, but since she grown she'd rather spend yours. I get deep inside her soul though. Go into the drag and beat it like im bolo. And so you think it's too much. And even though now you figurin out how or what we shouldn't have did, to your friends you'll admit that we have fun. Okay, okay.
Ay, ay. Ay, ay.
Let's ride to the gate so you can meet the mayor. I'm a beat top man, I'm gonna take you to never never land. When you're all dried up, heres an ocean to wet the sand. Of course I'm gonna see what's good with your fancy car.
I'm relighting in the dark, to her lock I got the key. And n*ggas down to get a copy.
Damn. How does it feel this great when you're not even here? And you climax with the thought of me,
Usually, Ahh I do a weed song So Uhh, Here go a weed song
Marijuanaaa, i love it my brother Marijuana, in my soul Marijuana, in my heart OOOOHH
I like to smoke marijuanaIt gives me a deep meditation I love to draw marijuana It give me a deep meditation It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking It keep the natty dreadlocks swinging The white man love to smoke marijuana The black man love to cultivate it
I love to smoke marijuana It give me a deep meditation Marijuanaaa
Smoke, I choke, I blow them O's In my chest and out my nose OG Kush exotic brands (I love it to my heart & soul) I done smoke all kinds of strands African, Afghanistan From the pharmacy, hand in hand Gettin high with my enginieer I stay smokin bud with my cameraman Ounce a day, what i put on
I love it with my heart and soul So I can't stop smoking it
I love to draw Marijuana It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking It give me a deep meditation Marijuanaaa Oh Oh I love it
Break it down and roll it great My marijuana motivate And no, it aint gettin old (I love it to my heart & soul) Okayyyy I brought the weed Who got the swisher?
I love it to my heart and soul So I couldn't stop smoking it I love it to my heart and soul The white man love to smoke marijauana The black man love to cultivate it It give me a deep meditation It keep the natty dreadlocks jumping It keep the natty dreadlocks rocking
Skylar Grey Do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better, than to look in your eyes They only pretend, you will be mine And you know how you made me, believe You had me caught in every web, that you weaved But do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
Nicki Minaj You could never make eye contact Everything you got was based off of my contacts You a fraud, but I'mma remain icon-stat Balenciaga's on my boots with the python strap You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it You was with me way before, I hit a quarter mil' in it Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it I was killin' it, man you got me poppin' pills in it I told Baby hit you, I said this n*gga buggin' Cause I was doing it for us, I told em f**k the public Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplating Overdosin', no more postin', no more toastin' over oceans They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn But there was something I should've asked all along I'mma ask on the song
Skylar Grey Do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better, than to look in your eyes They only pretend, you will be mine And you know how you made me, believe You had me caught in every web, that you weaved But do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
Nicki Minaj I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes You'd remember our connection and be freed from the lies I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace But there was just a blank stare and I couldn't relate I just couldn't understand and I couldn't defend What we had, what we shared, and I couldn't pretend When the tears roll down it's like you ain't even notice em If you had a heart, I was hoping you would've showed it some What the f**k you really telling me, what you telling me I could tell you lying, get the f**k out don't yell at me I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't want to catch a felony This ain't How To Be A Player, you ain't Bill Bellamy They say you don't know what you got till it's gone They said that your darkest hour came before your dawn But there was something that I should've asked all along I'mma ask on the song
Skylar Grey So does she know I've been in that bed before A thousand count, and not a single threaded truth If I was just another girl Then I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you There's one thing I need to know So call me, when you're not so busy just thinking of yourself
Skylar Grey Do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better, than to look in your eyes They only pretend, you will be mine And you know how you made me, believe You had me caught in every web, that you weaved But do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
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