Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With your radio on
With your radio on
Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With your radio on
With your radio on
Somalia, Angola, Ghana, Ghana, Ghana (hey!)
India, Sri Lanka, Burma, bamboo banga (hey!)
This the bamboo banga
I said bamboo banga
This the bamboo banga
I said bamboo banga
And we're hitting our records like a tennis player
And the drummers do the shit like the macarena
This the jungle banga
Or the cold jammer
I said jungle banga
I said cold jammer
I said jungle banga
I said cold jammer
I'm bored of eating banana
I want guanabana
I wanna warm my buns this summer summer summer summer
Now I'm sittin' down chilling on some gun powder
Strike / match / light / fire
Who's that girl called Maya?
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
I said M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer hummer
Yeah, I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer hummer
Yeah, I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer hummer
Yeah, I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer hummer
You'll be hungry like the wolves hunting dinner dinner
And we're moving with the packs like hyena ena
Barbarella look like she's my dead ringer
When I'm dogging on the bonner of ya red Honda
I'm a road runner
I'm a world runner
I'm a road runner
I'm a world runner
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
M.I.A. coming back with power power (power power!)
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
I'm big timer, it's the bamboo banga
MIA - Kala Album Lyrics
MIA - Kala Lyrics
Writer: MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, DAVID JAMES ANDREW TAYLOR, JONATHAN MICHAEL RICHMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bird Flu
BIG on the underground
What's the point of knocking me down?
Everybody knows
I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong
Shit don't really bound us
Then I go on my own
Making bombs with rubber bands
I have my hard down
So I need a man for romance
Streets are making em hard
So they selfish little roamers
Jumpin' girl to girl
Make us meat like burgers
When I get fat
I'll pop me out some leaders
A protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way
My legs hit the hurdle
A protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way
Our beats were too evil
But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
A better something better come
So I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops
I store them in my stable
I cook em up, pop em down
Eat me it off ya a table
The village got on the phone
Said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers
See what I carry around
Credentials are boring
I burnt them at the burial ground
Don't order me about
I'm an outlaw from the badland
Put away shots for later
So I'm stable
Live in trees chew on feet
Watch lost on cable
Bird flu gonna get you
Made it in my stable
From the crap you drop
On my crop when they pay you.
What's the point of knocking me down?
Everybody knows
I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong
Shit don't really bound us
Then I go on my own
Making bombs with rubber bands
I have my hard down
So I need a man for romance
Streets are making em hard
So they selfish little roamers
Jumpin' girl to girl
Make us meat like burgers
When I get fat
I'll pop me out some leaders
A protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way
My legs hit the hurdle
A protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way
Our beats were too evil
But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
A better something better come
So I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops
I store them in my stable
I cook em up, pop em down
Eat me it off ya a table
The village got on the phone
Said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers
See what I carry around
Credentials are boring
I burnt them at the burial ground
Don't order me about
I'm an outlaw from the badland
Put away shots for later
So I'm stable
Live in trees chew on feet
Watch lost on cable
Bird flu gonna get you
Made it in my stable
From the crap you drop
On my crop when they pay you.
Writer: MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, DAVID JAMES ANDREW TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Boyz
(How many how many yop)[x4]
Nananananananana
Nanananananana
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)[x4]
(How many how many yop)[x4]
How many tequilas in the place?
How many beers are in the case?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)
How many dutty wine swing it away?
How many shoots without a chase?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)
How many mash up and in a haze?
How many wacky dip fall on their head?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many how many)
How many no money boyz are crazy
How many boyz are raw
How many no money boyz are rowdey
How many start a war[x2]
Hey hey hey hey ha! (How many how many yop [x2])
Hey hey hey hey ha! (How many how many yop [x2])
Hey now
Let me go hey now
Can we go riding up a dirty track up to laventille
Could you show me for I make it back somewhere I can chill
Hey now
Let me go hey now
Can we go riding on a motorbike up to
Sugerhill
Coocking chicken on teh wall with the system up on full
Waht we do now
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce[x4]
(How many how many yop)[x4]
Nanananananananana
Nananananana
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)[x2]
How many no money boyz are crazy
How many boyz are raw
How many no money boyz are rowdey
How many start a war[x2]
(How many how many yop)[x8]
Nananananananana
Nanananananana
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)[x4]
(How many how many yop)[x4]
How many tequilas in the place?
How many beers are in the case?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)
How many dutty wine swing it away?
How many shoots without a chase?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)
How many mash up and in a haze?
How many wacky dip fall on their head?
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many how many)
How many no money boyz are crazy
How many boyz are raw
How many no money boyz are rowdey
How many start a war[x2]
Hey hey hey hey ha! (How many how many yop [x2])
Hey hey hey hey ha! (How many how many yop [x2])
Hey now
Let me go hey now
Can we go riding up a dirty track up to laventille
Could you show me for I make it back somewhere I can chill
Hey now
Let me go hey now
Can we go riding on a motorbike up to
Sugerhill
Coocking chicken on teh wall with the system up on full
Waht we do now
Duppa bounce
Dem der
Duppa bounce[x4]
(How many how many yop)[x4]
Nanananananananana
Nananananana
Boyz there?
(How many) boyz there? (How many)[x2]
How many no money boyz are crazy
How many boyz are raw
How many no money boyz are rowdey
How many start a war[x2]
(How many how many yop)[x8]
Writer: DAVE TAYLOR, WRITER UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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
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
Writer: SAMEER ANJAAN, MATHANGI N ARULPRAGASAM, BAPPI LAHIRI, DAVID N TAYLOR (GB 2)
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.
Hussel
[ Featuring Afrikan Boy ]
We do it cheap hide our money in a heap
Send it home and make em study
Fixing teeth, I got family, a friend in need
A hand to throw the gasoline
A mobile phone hooked up to the scene
Hello my frind yes it's me
Dont be scared there's somethin going on
Im gettin money since I grown
Could be dash go out and hussel em
But I hate money coz it makes me numb
Hussel hussel hussel
Grind grind grind
Why has everyone got hussel on their mind?
Hussel hussel hussel
Grind grind grind
Why has everyone got hussel on their mind?
[AFRIKAN BOY]
You think its tough now,
Come to africa,
Out there we are grinding like pepper,
You can catch me on the motorway,
Selling sugar water and pepper,
I rep Africa not Miami,
Hustle hustle with m.i.a,
I'm broke I've got indefinite stay,
You can't touch me like leprosy,
I hustle tough from here to sri lanka,
My mum told me to be an accountant,
Bun that I wanna work in a corner shop,
Contact sugu he's got the contacts mayne,
I'm illegal I don't pay tax tax,
EMA yes I'm claiming that that,
Police I try to avoid them,
They catch me hustling they say deport them,
Hussel hussel hussel [x2]
Grind grind grind
Why has everyone got hussel on their mind?
Hello my friend, hello my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3 ,3 buy 3 , buy 1 song get 1 free
Maybe me, a bootleg cd colour tv or dvd
We got barrels in the sea
Its big enough to take a whole family
We drum on it
Jun cha cha gegujun cha
Jun cha cha gegujun cha
Come sit by me, let me tell u we
Don't do bling but we do white tee
Up some jungle up some tree
One second , my phones ringing
Its my friend habibi
He then went drop called me
Cheap moroccan got no credit than me
Ya'll got less credit than me
I keep that tab at a shop like a gee
Coz without me there'll be no chocolate hershey
Hussel hussel hussel [x6]
Grind grind grind
Why has everyone got hussel on their mind?
Writer: THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ, MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, DAVID JAMES ANDREW TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mango Pickle Down River
First of all I wanna say I don't even know why you act that way
My name is maya and people always say
I act kinda strange like a dooba weh
I like fish and mango pickle
When I climb trees
Them feet them tickle
I'm broke this month didn't pay rent
I had to jump town and my money's all spent [x2]
Rode the bmx we walked through the bush
The boys fight to ride it, but I just let em push
Keith stole an egg from a lil kookoo
Kept it safe in his mouth, while he danced the jookoo jookoo
There's only one ocean that got fish left
One day we'll have to be a really good chef
And I don't mean us in the bush making meth
Boys if you catch meth you catch your death
When I said that Keith sneezed and had a chick
Broke the little egg in his mouth in little bits
When it's hot we go down the river and swim
When we go fishing we 're catching a brim
When the rivers high we jump off the bridge
And then we go home and play some didge
My name is maya and people always say
I act kinda strange like a dooba weh
I like fish and mango pickle
When I climb trees
Them feet them tickle
I'm broke this month didn't pay rent
I had to jump town and my money's all spent [x2]
Rode the bmx we walked through the bush
The boys fight to ride it, but I just let em push
Keith stole an egg from a lil kookoo
Kept it safe in his mouth, while he danced the jookoo jookoo
There's only one ocean that got fish left
One day we'll have to be a really good chef
And I don't mean us in the bush making meth
Boys if you catch meth you catch your death
When I said that Keith sneezed and had a chick
Broke the little egg in his mouth in little bits
When it's hot we go down the river and swim
When we go fishing we 're catching a brim
When the rivers high we jump off the bridge
And then we go home and play some didge
Writer: BRENDON LEE ADAMS, BUDDY STEWART BLAIR, COLROY JOHNSON, DANIEL GEOFFREY WRIGHT, KEITH JOHN DUTTON, LENDAL ISAAC KING, MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, MORGAN WILLIAM LEWIS, WALLY JAMES EBSWORTH, WILLIAM KEITH JARRETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
20 Dollar
War war war
Talking bout you all is such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Do you know that cost of a.ks
Up in Africa
20 dollars ain't shit to you
But that's how much they are
So they gonna use the shit just to get far
Is girls, diamonds
Helping you?
Don't you like my bandanna?
My stains hang low
On my shirts like ay yai ay
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antana
I put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raa
Ra ra
So I woke up with my holy quran and found out I like Cadillac
So we shooting till the song is up
Little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy
And the leaders all round cracking up
We goat rich we fry
Price of living in a shanty town just seem very high
We still like T.I.
We still look fly
Dancing as we shooting up
And lootin just to get by.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind? "
War war war
Who made me like this
Was it me and god in co-production
My devil's on speed dial
Everytime I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb
There's 24 hours in a day
I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8
8 work
8 sleep
8 for play
Now I give it all it takes
People on the Internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'cause I don't floss my titty set
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show 'em something they ain't never seen
And hope they make it back!
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind? "
[x2]
Talking bout you all is such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Do you know that cost of a.ks
Up in Africa
20 dollars ain't shit to you
But that's how much they are
So they gonna use the shit just to get far
Is girls, diamonds
Helping you?
Don't you like my bandanna?
My stains hang low
On my shirts like ay yai ay
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antana
I put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raa
Ra ra
So I woke up with my holy quran and found out I like Cadillac
So we shooting till the song is up
Little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy
And the leaders all round cracking up
We goat rich we fry
Price of living in a shanty town just seem very high
We still like T.I.
We still look fly
Dancing as we shooting up
And lootin just to get by.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind? "
War war war
Who made me like this
Was it me and god in co-production
My devil's on speed dial
Everytime I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb
There's 24 hours in a day
I used to spilt it 8, 8, 8
8 work
8 sleep
8 for play
Now I give it all it takes
People on the Internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'cause I don't floss my titty set
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show 'em something they ain't never seen
And hope they make it back!
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse when there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind? "
[x2]
Writer: David James Andrew Taylor, Mathangi Arulpragasam, Charles Thompson, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Bernard (gb 2) Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
World Town
Hands up
Guns out
Represent the world town
Sick of all the shit that's keeping me down
Dead from the waist down
It's easy staying down
I never thought about it twice
But you do pay the price
It ain't your weekly cash that feeds my mum the rice
Yo don't be calling me desperate
When I'm knocking on the door
Every wall you build I'll knock it down to the floor
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
Hands up
Guns out
Represent the world town
Look at what you did, you done it before
Every little dollar just keeps me down more
I never had you on my side bubbling on my side
Why they tell me different
When they make me explodified
Yo don't be calling me desperate
When I'm knocking on the door
Every wall you build I'll knock it down to the floor
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
Hands up
Guns out
Represent the world town
Guns out
Represent the world town
Sick of all the shit that's keeping me down
Dead from the waist down
It's easy staying down
I never thought about it twice
But you do pay the price
It ain't your weekly cash that feeds my mum the rice
Yo don't be calling me desperate
When I'm knocking on the door
Every wall you build I'll knock it down to the floor
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
Hands up
Guns out
Represent the world town
Look at what you did, you done it before
Every little dollar just keeps me down more
I never had you on my side bubbling on my side
Why they tell me different
When they make me explodified
Yo don't be calling me desperate
When I'm knocking on the door
Every wall you build I'll knock it down to the floor
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
See me see me bubbling quietly
See me see me acting like you ain't met me
Hands up
Guns out
Represent the world town
Writer: DAVE TAYLOR, WRITER UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Turn
I don't read, yeah, I just guess
As the world turns
Don't bother me with your messs
I'm trying to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought I'd die young just to please the old
Now I teach the young, I'm victorial
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
The war in me makes a warrior
Like a pitbull gettin' with a terrior
I'm better off in North Korea
Yeah, droppin' from a barrel of a carrier
Cause I got enough to be more
It's hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head blow
Cause I got enough to be more
It's hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head blow
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
Picture this, a dull grey street in the train
Neon signs gonna shine though
Shorty you gonna shine though
Come up on ya treasure trove
Like the sun explode
Check up in the paper
In the mirror for ya horoscope
Walking on a tightrope
Go for something, I don't even know
Where to get it from
Sending out a signal
Smoke from a gun blow
As I knock off knock off
Things that I don't want.
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
As the world turns
Don't bother me with your messs
I'm trying to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought I'd die young just to please the old
Now I teach the young, I'm victorial
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
The war in me makes a warrior
Like a pitbull gettin' with a terrior
I'm better off in North Korea
Yeah, droppin' from a barrel of a carrier
Cause I got enough to be more
It's hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head blow
Cause I got enough to be more
It's hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head blow
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
Picture this, a dull grey street in the train
Neon signs gonna shine though
Shorty you gonna shine though
Come up on ya treasure trove
Like the sun explode
Check up in the paper
In the mirror for ya horoscope
Walking on a tightrope
Go for something, I don't even know
Where to get it from
Sending out a signal
Smoke from a gun blow
As I knock off knock off
Things that I don't want.
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Nanananananananana
Nanananananana
Writer: CHARLES SMITH, MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Xr2
Where were you in '92?
Where were you in '92?
Where were you in '92?,92?,92?,92?
This is how we do in the XR2
The boyz look fine, stereos alpine
20/20, thunderbird at 12-0-9
Took a pill, good time all the time
This is how we do in the XR2
The boyz look fine, stereos alpine
20/20, thunderbird at 12-0-9
Took a pill, good time all the time
Brick lane massive
We were like grime
Labyrinth, world dance
Bagley's time
High-top fades
We ain't never paid
Roll up jeans, E's, Lucozade
Versace jeans, shades and chains
We bol in there like we late
DJ, MC's, private raves
Keep it secret, light it, mate
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Some of them drink Heineken
And some of them drink Bacardi
Some of them talk a lot of shit
And act rowdy
Some say people follow me
Some say people is the key
When the music's got a beat
Then that's what gets me
Some say...
Some say...
When the music's got a beat
Then that's what gets me
Some people think we are stupid
But we are not
XR2, 808
MP3, MC8
XOX the MC5
MTV has ADD
NBC and BET
BBC is OAP
REM KLF
IQ up the ICQ
CB4 CPT
BBD and ATL
PDD had BIG
NYC had R'n'B
OPP YRB
TLC SWV
JO DC
XXX
I heart you
XR2
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go go go go go go
Where were you in '92?
Where were you in '92?,92?,92?,92?
This is how we do in the XR2
The boyz look fine, stereos alpine
20/20, thunderbird at 12-0-9
Took a pill, good time all the time
This is how we do in the XR2
The boyz look fine, stereos alpine
20/20, thunderbird at 12-0-9
Took a pill, good time all the time
Brick lane massive
We were like grime
Labyrinth, world dance
Bagley's time
High-top fades
We ain't never paid
Roll up jeans, E's, Lucozade
Versace jeans, shades and chains
We bol in there like we late
DJ, MC's, private raves
Keep it secret, light it, mate
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Some of them drink Heineken
And some of them drink Bacardi
Some of them talk a lot of shit
And act rowdy
Some say people follow me
Some say people is the key
When the music's got a beat
Then that's what gets me
Some say...
Some say...
When the music's got a beat
Then that's what gets me
Some people think we are stupid
But we are not
XR2, 808
MP3, MC8
XOX the MC5
MTV has ADD
NBC and BET
BBC is OAP
REM KLF
IQ up the ICQ
CB4 CPT
BBD and ATL
PDD had BIG
NYC had R'n'B
OPP YRB
TLC SWV
JO DC
XXX
I heart you
XR2
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go
Whistle whistle blow blow
Here we here we go go go go go go go
Writer: THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ, MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM, DAVID JAMES ANDREW TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Paper Planes
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to, I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
No one on the corner has swag like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
No one on the corner has swag like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
(Are you already high?)
Some, some, some, I, some I murder
Some, I, some I let go
Some, some, some, I, some I murder
Some, I, some I let go
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to, I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bongs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for the system
No one on the corner has swag like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
No one on the corner has swag like us
Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard, just pumping that gas
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
(Are you already high?)
Some, some, some, I, some I murder
Some, I, some I let go
Some, some, some, I, some I murder
Some, I, some I let go
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
All I wanna do is
And then
And take your money
Writer: John Mellor, Mathangi Maya Arulpragasam, Michael Jones, Nicholas Headon, Paul Simonon, Thomas Wesley Pentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Come Around
[ Featuring Timbaland ]
[M.I.A.:]
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla! "
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
In a faraway land we got shit made
Ray-Ban shades, warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the Everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke high-grade
Gold and diamond, gems and jade
Ride up on our tanks, invade
Blow up thing to save our nam
Mina, Rina, Tina, Sabrina
Being a super Indian babe
We black market, we black made
We hit shit out when it rains
Would you come down and catch my train?
Would you run down and play this game?
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla! "
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
[Timbaland:]
Baby girl
You and me, need to go to your teepee
The moon is full, and I'm shining.
Baby, I know you see me.
Put a hump or two on your back
Jst like that
Oh girl you're on fire.
I don't wanna be in love with you
I'm a just break you off and say goodbye
The night is young
Don't make me wait,
You just might miss your chance.
I'm gon' tell you the truth
Timbaland, I'm the motherf*ckin' man.
Today's the day, girl, let me get that
Don't get mad
In fact, let me hit that
I've been overkilling them, I break backs
Come down, run down
Girl, where your place at?
[M.I.A.:]
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, "what's up? holla! "
Text the address, I'll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
Run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
[Timbaland:]
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Don't get it twisted baby girl, baby boy 'cause Timbaland ain't dead
Bounce
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, TIMOTHY CLAYTON, MATHANGI ARULPRAGASAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Kala is the second studio album by British recording artist M.I.A. It was released on 8 August 2007 through XL Recordings. M.I.A. named the album after her mother and has stated that her mother's struggles in life are a major theme of the album. It was mainly written and produced by M.I.A. and Switch, and features contributions from Timbaland, Diplo, Afrikan Boy and The Wilcannia Mob.
Initially planning to work with American producer Timbaland for the bulk of the album, M.I.A. was unable to gain a long-term work visa to enter the US. Therefore, she recorded Kala in numerous countries around the world, including India, Angola, Trinidad, Liberia, Jamaica and Australia. M.I.A. and Switch relied heavily on the digital audio workstation Logic Pro and recorded additional vocals and background sounds outside the studio environment. Kala incorporates prominent influences from South Asian music, featuring samples of Bollywood and Tamil cinema. The album draws on various styles, from funk carioca to African folk. The songs are about political themes related to the Third World, including illegal immigration, poverty and capitalism.
Kala was the best-performing album on the US Billboard Electronic Albums chart of 2007, and was certified gold by the RIAA for selling 500,000 copies in the US. It was certified platinum in Canada and silver in the UK. It spawned the singles "Bird Flu", "Boyz", "Jimmy" and "Paper Planes", the latter of which received a Grammy nomination for Record of the Year at the 2009 Grammy Awards.
The album received widespread critical acclaim and was ranked as one of the best albums of 2007 by many publications. Since its initial release, it has been included in several greatest albums lists. Renowned music critic Robert Christgau remarked that the album is his favourite of the 21st century.
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MIAInitially planning to work with American producer Timbaland for the bulk of the album, M.I.A. was unable to gain a long-term work visa to enter the US. Therefore, she recorded Kala in numerous countries around the world, including India, Angola, Trinidad, Liberia, Jamaica and Australia. M.I.A. and Switch relied heavily on the digital audio workstation Logic Pro and recorded additional vocals and background sounds outside the studio environment. Kala incorporates prominent influences from South Asian music, featuring samples of Bollywood and Tamil cinema. The album draws on various styles, from funk carioca to African folk. The songs are about political themes related to the Third World, including illegal immigration, poverty and capitalism.
Kala was the best-performing album on the US Billboard Electronic Albums chart of 2007, and was certified gold by the RIAA for selling 500,000 copies in the US. It was certified platinum in Canada and silver in the UK. It spawned the singles "Bird Flu", "Boyz", "Jimmy" and "Paper Planes", the latter of which received a Grammy nomination for Record of the Year at the 2009 Grammy Awards.
The album received widespread critical acclaim and was ranked as one of the best albums of 2007 by many publications. Since its initial release, it has been included in several greatest albums lists. Renowned music critic Robert Christgau remarked that the album is his favourite of the 21st century.
Genre(s): Dance, world, hip hop, pop
Producer(s): Blaqstarr, Diplo, M.I.A., Morganics, Switch, Timbaland
Length: 47:32
Released: August 8th, 2007
Year: 2007