Rock You Like A Hurricane .......... Studio K

Rock And Roll All Nite .......... Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley

My Ain Hoose .......... Allie Stamler

Mr. Blue Sky .......... Jeff Lynne

Love Take Me Down / To The Streets .......... Joey Curatolo, Amy Miles and Charles Gansa

Love Gun .......... Kiss

Ladislas of Leisure .......... Peter Salett

Kumbaya .......... David Wain

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You .......... Black Kids

Detroit Rock City .......... Kiss

Danny Boy .......... A. D. Miles

Chedda .......... Big City

Call Me The Breeze .......... Lynyrd Skynyrd

Broken And Bent .......... Peter Salett

Beth .......... Paul Rudd

Best Believe We Got High .......... Pete Rock feat. LD, Redman

Ass Butt Song .......... Bobb'e J. Thompson

88 .......... The Cool Kids

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[Verse]
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy

[Verse]
And you say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy

You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'

[Chorus]
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day

[Verse]
You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while
You're lookin' fancy and I like your style
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy

[Verse]
And you show us everything you've got
Baby, baby it's quite a lot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy

You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'

[Chorus]

I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite... And party every day

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Sun is shinin' in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin'
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know,
It's a beautiful new day.

Runnin' down the avenue,
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city streets
Where once was pity,
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.

CHORUS
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.

Hey there Mr. Blue,
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everybody smiles at you

Hey you with the pretty face,
Welcome to the human race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for

REPEAT CHORUS

Mr. Blue you did it right,
But soon comes Mr. Night,
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder.
Never mind I'll remember you this way.

REPEAT CHORUS

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I really love you baby
I love what youve got
Lets get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay
No place for hidin baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun

You cant forget me baby
Dont try to lie
Youll never leave me, mama
So dont try
Ill be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
Youll sweat

No place for hidin baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, love gun

Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love)

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You are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl
You are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl

One,
I'm biting my tongue
Two,
He's kissin' on you
Three,
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four!

The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance
The second I do, I know we're gonna be through.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He don't suspect a thing. I wish he'd get a clue.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance

[x2]

One!
You're biting my tongue.
Two!
I'm kissin' on you.
Three!
Is he better than me?
One! Two! Three! Four!

The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance

I feel uptight on a saturday night
Nine o clock, the radios the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to

Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in detroit rock city

Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat

Getting late
I just cant wait
Ten oclock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show

Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat

Movin fast, doin 95
Hit top speed but Im still movin much too slow
I feel so good, Im so alive
I hear my song playin on the radio
It goes

Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat

Twelve oclock, I gotta rock
Theres a truck ahead, lights starin at my eyes
Oh my god, no time to turn
I got to laugh cause I know Im gonna die
Why

Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybodys gonna leave their seat

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Call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
I aint got me nobody
I dont carry me no load

Aint no change in the weather
Aint no changes in me
Well there aint no change in the weather
Aint no changes in me
And I aint hidin from nobody
Nobodys hidin from me
Oh, thats the way its supposed to be

Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin on
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin on
Well I might go out to california
Might go down to georgia
I dont know

Well I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now I dig you georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I dont love me no one woman
So I cant stay in georgia long

Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin down the road
I aint got me nobody
I dont carry me no load
Oooh mr breeze

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[Redman]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I'm a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this

[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nikes prepare for the mic
straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
VROOOM, Get at me the Doctor is fine
cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
wanna be hood down I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nick name
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so I'm there with a Carmello uniform
I jerk to a pawn then I'm off to work
train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I hustle my flows like weed you know the bags got bigger
NIGGA! Boy a puss
If the pen run outta ink I kill another octopus
got the house like Dane Cook, Red L & Pete Rock
The pressure make the wiz blow on the teapot
since 19 I had detox, I was rockin' Reebok's
Copying the Human Beat Bo
now I'm from the East Side all grown up
places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
on a thousand foot screen in red monkey JEANS!!

Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga

[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
my God damn flow buries hoes & men (Yup)
I got grams yo stereo was in four rush
too rough for your scary flow to win (Yup)
Hard stop when I'm barely going in
might as well start singin' like Mario & them (Yup)
So what's the scenario?
L Pete Rock Funk Doc yup here we go again (Yes Sir)
I stay high like a guy who supplies in the sky
you probably gotta fly just to buy (Whoo!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me pay?
You wanna freestyle? Freestyle's for the CBA
Brook niggas wanna be me eh
I'm down with the Kiiiing, got soul like VBK

Chorus

[Pete Rock]
I be tossin' & flossin' my style is awesome
I grind in my house like Rosario Dawson
Got a studio up in the crib, my very own Hit Factory
D&D/Quad as I reminisce over you my God
To the sounds of the Soul Brother #1
(Jump) all around like Everlast & them cause your boy back
Man I'm sick of this bubble gum rap
with a soda on the side that these labels & the radio is feedin' us
You ain't gotta eat that stuff
I'm speakin' off the cuff cause a brother like Pete don't really give a...(Damn)
Been a classic since Rakim was rockin' a fade
with a half moon part & Big Daddy Kane was writing for Biz Mark
And I really don't think that you little niggas wanna start
listen guppy you swimmin' with a shark
You a puppy I'm a big dog, somethin' like Pete Rock the invincible
plug it into you make it all official..check 1,2

Chorus

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Break it
Bop it
Niggas beat-boxin'

[Verse 1:]
I do what I do like I do it for TV
I guess what I'm doin' I'm doin' to keep the...
Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet peas
So you sucker MC's really can't out-step me
I grab 'em like I rock 'em from 9-5
Self employed, kickin' [? ] is my hobby and job
Easy rock be's with bass, ladies callin me Rob
Bass, bass, bass, bass
I'm on my '88 shit
Cuban link chains and Gezel frame lens
Guess Jeans, stone-washed
Rockin' top 10 beats
Flickin' on my fit
I got my foot lookin like a '88 draft pick
Is that sick? It gets sicker than the flu
And sir, you came to pretend I'm [? ]
Attain you a class on how to be cool
And in fact, I'm the superintendent of the school
Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job
I press and twist knobs
Just to make your head nod
All you wack rappers need to keep your day job
And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off

[Chorus:]
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

[Verse 2:]
We know who this be, it's me, no secrets
Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence
Igloos [? ] than we is
You can catch us walkin on the weekend
While you awkwardly breathin
From all the second hand smoke
Nigga, you a square
Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air
We don't play fair
And that's a fact
Separate the people from the squares
Like a nicotine patch
Lookie here, quite honestly (that just made no sense)
You're gonna have to pardon me
I'm a modern day fly machine
Yes sir, that's absurd
But the best word to describe would be "ah"
Piffed, mad as me
Which hand is free?
Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz
Until I got the achin ribs
Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We can dance if you wanna (80s thing, idk where he got that line from)
We can leave your friends behind
Cause if your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance
Then they ain't no friends of mine
Yo, it just hit me
I'm the fresh prince
And that means I'm Will (as in WIll Smith from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air)
And I chill with the chicks
In the week on the real
It might feel like a kick in the back
From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack (sounds weird but that what he said, improvement from [? ])
Yes son, you need to rock while I do the wop
Old schoolers bop cooler while we movin through the spot
Dancin through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit
Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on (relates to the next line about championships)
Cause I'm in champion ship
And I going through time in my championship
We cannot fall
So I'm leaving you with these 3 words
Yes, yes ya'll

[Chorus:]
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin
Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin