Lirik Lagu Concrete And Clay - Jurassic 5
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Now I'ma say this once again open up your mindShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymesThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainmentResurrected rhymes, not the same old sameNow if you like what we came withAnd you feel you can sang wit itPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged itNow entertainment to make the people applaudI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours
I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eightL.A. Unified School M A HA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to breakIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?
I'm Chali 2naThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the coolerUsed to go to junior high with Son DoolaOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournamentTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it
Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a partyThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardlyI can say it's partly, all our faults smartyJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body
Ay yo a child is born but no state of mindBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymesI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-StarsTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars
[Chorus: repeat 2X]So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streetsOriginal beats with real live MC'sPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricksJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic
I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunkFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punkBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munchCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punchYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seasBombin on MC's, crushin crews with easeBrother please you know my steez is 100 degreesWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror
Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasureWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearerMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrorsBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer
Now what you thought was old and out of dateWe brought it back alive and changed the shapeWe put it on wax for those who think thatThe 5 we energize has been extinct
[Chorus]
We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathroomsAnd battles in the back of the classroomAnd in the bungalows game of death with flowsLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show
Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words rightThe class jester, I was flunkin every semesterThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts
Within the concrete jungle [huh!] we remain humbleAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumbleUh, we never fumble, break down or stumbleHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble
We push it like the DaytonaFresh rhymes we blaze on yasStrictly from California old skool public diplomasWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wannaBeneath the concrete be street word on ya
[Chorus]
I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eightL.A. Unified School M A HA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to breakIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?
I'm Chali 2naThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the coolerUsed to go to junior high with Son DoolaOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournamentTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it
Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a partyThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardlyI can say it's partly, all our faults smartyJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body
Ay yo a child is born but no state of mindBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymesI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-StarsTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars
[Chorus: repeat 2X]So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streetsOriginal beats with real live MC'sPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricksJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic
I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunkFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punkBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munchCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punchYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seasBombin on MC's, crushin crews with easeBrother please you know my steez is 100 degreesWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror
Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasureWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearerMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrorsBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer
Now what you thought was old and out of dateWe brought it back alive and changed the shapeWe put it on wax for those who think thatThe 5 we energize has been extinct
[Chorus]
We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathroomsAnd battles in the back of the classroomAnd in the bungalows game of death with flowsLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show
Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words rightThe class jester, I was flunkin every semesterThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts
Within the concrete jungle [huh!] we remain humbleAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumbleUh, we never fumble, break down or stumbleHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble
We push it like the DaytonaFresh rhymes we blaze on yasStrictly from California old skool public diplomasWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wannaBeneath the concrete be street word on ya
[Chorus]
