Lirik Lagu Night Life Types (odario Version) - Mood Ruff
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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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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.
[Odario Spitz in background]Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytimeMood Ruff nice it up for you everytime
**Background talking**
[CHORUS: Odario Spitz]We are the night life typesYeah we miving in the night timeRight time like to do it under moon lightREPEAT 2X
[Odario]I got two chrome techs and a microphoneBring the drama like ya poppa bring the bacon homeWhere the rough boys roamYou know we in the sceneNo matter where we go we interveneWe belong to the city where girls are prettyIt's a pity when you slip into a pity(?)Momma always told me not to trust those typesWith the eight inch pumps and the skirts so tightBut it's Friday night an my head ain't rightBut my lines are tight to deliver tonightSo I watch them dance and prepare my chanceI'm chilling in the club in my b-boy stanceWe be doing it up, we be doing it rightOnly thing undoing is the zipper or a buttonIf the night amount to something, you know the storyThe boys think they macks, they want all the gloryI like to wait for the slow jamOn the waist is my left, while the right is my side handLet it slide to the level of the boneGripping that booty like a microphoneI want to take that homeLet's do the cha-cha, show seniorita my cocoratcha(sp?)Word up, we 'bout to hit it upBut first the after party where we rock it upYo, yo, we rock the spot 'til it's stopped by the copsPull a little static and your ass will get droppedSupposed to serve and protectWorse yet, they get up on my nerves and the threaten with the nightstickThat ain't right yo, I won't get romantic
**Background talking**
[CHORUS: Odario Spitz]We are the night life typesYeah we miving in the night timeRight time like to do it under moon lightREPEAT 2X
[Odario]I got two chrome techs and a microphoneBring the drama like ya poppa bring the bacon homeWhere the rough boys roamYou know we in the sceneNo matter where we go we interveneWe belong to the city where girls are prettyIt's a pity when you slip into a pity(?)Momma always told me not to trust those typesWith the eight inch pumps and the skirts so tightBut it's Friday night an my head ain't rightBut my lines are tight to deliver tonightSo I watch them dance and prepare my chanceI'm chilling in the club in my b-boy stanceWe be doing it up, we be doing it rightOnly thing undoing is the zipper or a buttonIf the night amount to something, you know the storyThe boys think they macks, they want all the gloryI like to wait for the slow jamOn the waist is my left, while the right is my side handLet it slide to the level of the boneGripping that booty like a microphoneI want to take that homeLet's do the cha-cha, show seniorita my cocoratcha(sp?)Word up, we 'bout to hit it upBut first the after party where we rock it upYo, yo, we rock the spot 'til it's stopped by the copsPull a little static and your ass will get droppedSupposed to serve and protectWorse yet, they get up on my nerves and the threaten with the nightstickThat ain't right yo, I won't get romantic
