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Jambalaya – Emmylou Harris

(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

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Jambalya – Hank Williams Sr.

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)

Jamboree – Naughty By Nature

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 – Billy Joel

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 – Carly Simon

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

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Jam – A Tribe Called Quest F/ Consequence

(Girls talking on phone)

Q-Tip:
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn’t know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta

Phife:
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said “son, chill”
There’s a joint around the way that’s supposed to be real
Word

Q-Tip:
He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man’s joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said “aight”, then I jumped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I’m sweaty, and then I’ll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I’m tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin, I’m feelin like a heathen
This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I’m leavin
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don’t front)

Consequence:
A yo, the DJ put this short groove on
The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink
Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin
Nuthin but coppin, ain’t no stoppin me now
Yo, I’m bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alazay had me drunk, I don’t know where to begin(echoed)

Phife:
Not I’m feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas acted very irreverent
Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin

Consequence:
When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up
They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one

Q-Tip:
A yo, I’m just doin my thing, yo I’m just havin fun
You don’t see me in here wylin pullin out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So let’s step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon

Phife;
I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon
(Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that’s that same old song)
(A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)

Consequence;
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won’t live long
(Please nigga, push on)
Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
Can’t mess with these street sharks or these alligators

Phife:
I can’t take it no more, yo it’s damn near four
I’ve been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door

Q-Tip (Consequence)
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where’s the exit?
(Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus)
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he’s about to let him have it
(Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit)
A yo yo, it’s time to skate, ain’t no time to contemplate
(all: Whoops, looka there, there’s Jake)

Jam 4 U – Redman

Yo, this is for motherfuckers — that talk that sellout shit

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

“Get down, get down, on down..” like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I “Get on up!” rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I’ll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
“Du-na-da-du-duh!” without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I’m on a roll, that’s when Redman start
“to chill…” round off backflip cartwheel
“Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!” I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It’s like this, it’s like that, I won’t slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad’s the crew I’m twenty-two and Beck’s the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It’s the HUH, the funk, now I’m known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now…
… on your mark, get ready, get set, let’s go
with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I’m flexy when I’m sexin
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop’s dropped the seed
I knew I’d be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That’s dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)

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Jam En Jukumey – Carlos Vives

Este breve homenaje
a las personas
que han dedicado su vida
a luchar por el respeto
la dignidad
y el derecho a la no integraci?n
de los primeros habitantes
de nuestras maravillosas
pero olvidadas tierras.


A Gerardo y Alicia Reichel
y por supuesto
a las nuevas generaciones.

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Jam Knock – Brian McKnight

1 – Baby don’t stop, let your body rock
While you listen to my jam knock
We can party all night
If you don’t stop, let your body rock
While you listen to my jam knock

Friday night, after 8, smiling’ face, just got paid
You know how it feels
Gotta find the party, paint the town
Pick a hootie, go get down
Then come with the real, yeah, yeah

2 – In and out, scream and shout
This is what it’s all about
Baby girl, you’re the one I came to see, yeah
On the floor, more and more
Show me what you came here for, baby
Babe, come closer to me

Repeat 1

Let’s groove tonight

Don’ t wanna think about tomorrow
Whatever comes what may
It’s you and I here and now
Mr. DJ let the music play
Everybody’s singing, everybody’s swinging

Repeat 2

Repeat 1

Let’s groove tonight

Repeat 1

3 – Don’t stop tonight, relax your mind
And my jam will knock ’till the morning light
If it’s feelin’ right then take your time
And my jam will knock
I’m on this

Repeat 1

Let’s groove tonight

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave ’em like you just don’t care
All the honies in the house tonight
Let me hear you say oh, yeah

If you don’t stop, let your body rock
While you listen to my jam knock

Repeat 3

Let’s groove tonight

Repeat 1 until fade

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Jam Master Jay – Run D.M.C.

Kick off shoes, jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he’s on his way
To be the best DJ in the US of A

J-a-y are the letters of his name
Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game
So check out the Master as he cuts these jams
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, 1 2 3
Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C.

He’s Jam Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
In ’84 he’ll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam Master

We’re live as can be but we’re not singing the blues
We got to tell all y’all the good news
The good news is that there is a crew
Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2
2 MC’s who are claiming the fame
And all other things won’t be the same
Beacause it’s about time for a brand new group
Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstacy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It’s everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There’s not a break that he can’t catch
Jam Master Jay that is his name
And all wild DJ’s he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who’s the best, y’all should say:
“Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay”

Jam Master Jay is the one in charge
It’s up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of the scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs
So won’t you move your butt

We’re not talking ground, we’re not talking sky
We’re not talking low, we’re not talking high
We’re not talking big, we’re not talking small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We’re not talking night, we’re not talking day
But we’re talking bout Jam Master Jay

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