Ooh!

This is the joint I’ve been layin’ 4 all night
This is the one that really gets me gone
The DJ’s on point, I’m sayin’ he’s alright
We gonna fun baby, baby, it’s on

Gotta new Puerto Rican score
And she doin’ it on the floor
When the groove rubberbaby’s hot
I’m givin’ it all I got

CHORUS:
Ooh, everybody’s here
This is the jam of the year
Ooh, everybody’s here
This is the jam of the year

Gimme a drummer and a funky bass line
That’s all I need and I’m ready 2 flow
Been chillin’ in the cut and now I’m comin’ 2 get mine
And if I hit U once, I got 2 hit U some more

Gotta new Puerto Rican score
And she doin’ it on the floor (Doin’ it on the floor)
When the groove rubberbaby’s hot
I’m givin’ it all I got

CHORUS
(Everybody’s here)
Yeah, ooh

Ooh!

Let’s make a toast 2 the host with the most, heh
Raise your glass if U’re on your own, yeah
(Raise your glass if U’re on your own)
All the girls say “Ho!” (Ho!) if your man’s givin’ up the gold
All the fellas say “Woof!” if U’re only givin’ up the bone
2night we’re gonna hide it

(Whatcha say, baby?)
Yeah, baby
(Whatcha say, baby?)

This is the joint I’ve been layin’ 4 all night
This is the one that really gets me gone (This is the one, this is the one)
The DJ’s on point, I’m sayin’ he’s alright
We gonna fun baby, baby, it’s on

Gotta new Puerto Rican score
And she’s doin’ it on the floor
When the groove rubberbaby’s hot
I’m givin’ it all I got
I’m givin’ it, I’m givin’ it, I’m givin’ it all I got

CHORUS
(Everybody’s here)
(This is the jam of the year)

Did U come 2 jam, baby? (Oh yeah)
Then let me see ya, come on

CHORUS {repeat refrain 3 times}
Yeah, baby
(I wanna, I wanna jam) Come on
(Everybody’s here)
(J-jam, j-jam, j-jam, j-jam of the year)
(Say what? Ha ha)
(I like that beat, oh baby)
(I wanna, I wanna) {x3}
(Everybody)

CHORUS
(Everybody’s here)
(This is the jam of the year)
(Everybody’s here)

Ooh! {x8}
This is the jam of the year

Ooh, everybody’s here (Everybody)
This is the jam of the year (This is the jam of the year!)

Hey hey hey hey
(Repeat)
Generation steamed away
(Repeat)
It’s jam tomorrow, shit today
(Repeat)

Good-bye Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh

He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou

His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh

Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou



Thibodaux, Fontaineaux the place is buzzin’

A Kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen

Dress in style the go hog wild, me oh my oh

Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou



(*) Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo

Cause tonight, I’m gonna see my ma cher a mi-o

Pick guitar, fill fruit far and be gay-o

Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou



Settle down far from town get him a pirogue

And he’ll catch all the fish in the bayou

Swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o

Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou



Repeat (*)

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’,
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
and I’ll catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil’ gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

When she gets up in the morning
It’s enough to wake the dead
Oh she turning on the radio
And dancing on my head

It’s no good living in the sun
Playing guitar all day
Boogalooing with my friends
In that erotic way

Come on Jamaica
In Jamaica all day
Dancing with your darling
Do Jamaica jerk-off that way

Come on Jamaica
Everybody say
We’re all happy in Jamaica
Do Jamaica Jerk-off that way

Let the ladies and the gentlemen
Be as rude as they like
On the beaches, oh in the jungle
Where the people feel alright

So do it Jamaica
Got plenty for you and me
Honky tonking with my baby
In that deep blue sea

(Hank Williams)

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have good fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibideaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou

Good-bye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
Oh my john, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

(Chorus)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo
’cause tonight i’m gonna meet ma cher amio
PIck guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’
KInfolk come to see my john by the dozen
Dress in style go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

(Chorus)

Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
And i’ll catch all my fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my john what he need-o
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

(Chorus)

Verse 1

(Nas)
Low profile, rap style
slick as new now
give the crew pounds
every time we cover them grounds
still surviving but there’s a few down
back in the essence
I’m asking questions on the phone
with jail adolescence
crying confession, the system’s supplying the pressure
my mind is guessing
Is living and dying a lesson
but not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag bitch
broke the average nigga’s hopes to get mad rich
But what’s the purpose
only the gods can watch the Earth twist
I’m physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain’t a circus.
Chorus (R. Kelly)

Street dreamer
Oh mercy mercy me
Ain’t nothing I got for ya
Situations get heavy
Heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster.
Verse 2

(Nas)
The black clouds over the hood
I’m on the corner with the thugs
late night under the moon
as they assume I’m slanging drugs
cause I’m hooded up
thought a G a night wasn’t good enough
pushed my luck
yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
judge said I need a job ain’t nothing coming free
could’ve got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
but they can’t see
From life to death
so know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It’s a damn shame
knowing it’s a man’s game
shorty thinks it’s time to make ya plans change
all that running round trying to chase
what’s already here – been there
it’s going no where
pops told me knuckle up – no fear
I wish some of these killings
they could be prevented
whatever happens it was written
meaning God meant it
but during ya life you put ya heart in it
even though it seems we being targeted
let that brother R hit it
Chorus (extended)

(Nas) Sort of wild, since a child
hope was all we had
drip the bust out past
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining
subtract the weak links about the chaining
rise it start raining
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
some plain supreme being
yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
everything I tried to learn
see, I already knew
And it’s embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
he wore disguise
put a gun to me hungry he
went on to chastize
That’s Nas ain’t it
made it rich from entertainment
fresh wally’s painted
as he told the kid he came with
my first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked
drunk in a party on yak
or was I marked for a contract
for some foul act
a little while back or beyond that
you got me laying face flat
saying my grace black
woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that
My air like I lost in the battlefield
that’s why I hit the mic with mad appeal
grab ya shield and meet ya maker
Queens niggas die for paper
these the things the street dreams will take ya.
Chorus

James…we were always friends,
From our childhood days
And we made our plans,
And we had to go our seperate ways.
I went on the road-
You pursued an education.

James…do you like your life,
Can you find release,
And will you ever change-
Will you ever write your masterpiece.
Are you still in school-
Living up to expectations…James…

You were so relied upon, everybody knows how hard you tried-
Hey…just look at what a job you’ve done,
Carrying the weight of family pride.
James…you’ve been well behaved,
You’ve been working so hard
But will you always stay-
Someone else’s dream of who you are.
Do what’s good for you, or you’re not good for anybody…James.

I went on the road-
You pursued an education…James…
How you gonna know for sure-everything was so well organized.
Hey…now everything is so secure,
and everybody else is satisfied.

James…do you like your life,
Can you find release
And will you ever change,
When will you write your masterpiece.
Do what’s good for you, or you’re not good for anybody…James…


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James,
Your voice is like the water
When I lift this shell to my ear
I can hear you pourin’ out your heart to me
James,
The beauty of your voice
Lifts us from sadness
James,
Let us become like water together
Sing to me
Sit on the edge of my bed as when we
First spent nights together
Your body wrapped around your guitar
Let the music speak for your heart
Let them combine like water and sand
Let them meet the air like drops of rain
And bring us together, once again