One woman down my street is too hot for the average man
Hard to handle, a fire in her eyes, wants the hot rocks right in her hand
I know she’s burning hot with love, a come on look and she ain’t fooling
And she knows just what it does
She gave me a number to make me fell fine
She said call me up baby it’s gonna be

9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please
N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please

Ooh- no momma’s baby, this child, she’s a killer wrapped in high heel shoes
Touch the skin, it burns like fire, I don’t even care if I’m being used
Threw me down and then she tore off my jeans
She said come on baby I mean business
I’m gonna show you what liberated means
Do it to me baby, I’m losing my mind
She said call me up honey, tonight I’m

9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please
N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please

Some bad habits are hard to break
Like an earthquake coming, I gotta shake shake shake

9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please
N.A.S.T.Y.
You’re everything I need
Cause I want what you’re giving
I’m yours to do with what you please

I took you home from a party
and we kissed in fun,
a few stolen kisses and no harm was done.
Instead of stopping when we could,
we went right on,
until suddenly we found the brakes were gone.

You belong to someone else and I do too.
It’s just too crazy being here with you.
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the
seat,
Doin’ 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.

I didn’t want to want to now I have no choice.
It’s too late to hear the warning voice.
All I hear is thunder as our two hearts beat,
Doin’ 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.

You’re not free to belong to me
and you know I can never be your own.
Your lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine,
but we’re headed for a wall of stone.

Warning signs are flying by us but we pay no heed,
Instead of slowing down the pace we keep pickin’ up
the speed.
Disaster’s getting closer every time we meet.
Doin’ 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.

The new games tutor was like any other teacher
Same blatant ideology they’re trying to install in you
At every opportunity they’d press us to compete
Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp on feet
How to punch, how to gouge when you’re down in the scrum
“You’ve got to be ruthless if you want to be a winner, son”
If people get hurt as you battle to the top
Well, it’s natural selection, it really can’t be helped
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It’ll never let you down
It’s what capitalism is based upon
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It’ll never let you down
It’s what capitalism is based upon So never be afraid
It’ll never let you down

Mother was an incubator
Father was the contents
of a test tube in the ice box
In the factory of birth

My name is 905,
And I’ve just become alive
I’m the newest populator
Of the planet we call Earth

In suspended animation
My childhood passed me by
If I speak without emotion
Then you know the reason why

Knowledge of the universe
Was fed into my mind
As my adolescent body
Left its puberty behind

And everything I know is what I need to know
And everything I do’s been done before
Every sentence in my head
Someone else has said
At each end of my life is an open door

Automatically defrosted
When manhood came on time
I became a man
I left the “ice school” behind

Now I’m to begin
The life that I’m assigned
A life that’s been used before
A thousand times

I have a feeling deep inside
That somethin’ is missing
It’s a feeling in my soul
And I can’t help wishing

That one day I’ll discover
That we’re living a lie
And I’ll tell the whole world
The reason why

Well, until then, everything I know is what I need to know
And everything I do’s been done before
Every sentence in my head
Someone else has said
At each end of my life is an open door

I always wanted to play
In the school football team
But the coach said I wasn’t fast enough
I wasn’t no good it seemed
I used to watch them practice
But I never got a game
I went to every trial they had
But every time I failed
I didn’t want to be Pele
Unlike all my mates
That wasn’t my ambition
I just wanted once to play
The football team would travel out
Playing other schools
But they’d never take me on the bus
Although I begged them to
Of course they’d all return
With talk of Robbo’s goals
And how little Nobby Forder
Took the defense all on his own
All the ninety minutes were relived
Well, that’s how to me it seemed
As I sat in awe and watched myself
Playing in my dreams
In my dreams…
Playing in my dreams…
In my dreams…
But never once the real thing
They’d never let me play
They just said I wasn’t good enough
And I’d just get in the way
But then one day it happened
A real scorcher in mid-March
Paul Robbo broke his leg
And Nobby Forder holidayed in France
Kevin Soaper and Big Nose Duggan
They both caught chicken pox
They were both at home confined to bed
To nurse their itchy spots
It was the all-important semi-final
Second leg of the cup
Against local rivals Queensbury Boy’s School
They were one nil up
The coach turned to me in desperation
And he pleaded for my help
“This is it, your big chance David!
Can you make the numbers up?”
Well I grinned from ear to ear
And I must have looked quite chuffed
As I seized my opportunity
And told him to get stuffed!

[Introduction]
Gorillaz
Back the fuck up
D12

[Proof]
There ain’t no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, Late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box)
Like, people take my life and thats pathetic as Pac’s (Pac’s)
A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate embarrassed
There is the faith to cherish
In your room face to face with race awareness
A race to s??? army bombin’ your God is with you
Calm over war, we gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where’s your ritious ways
We sacrafice, snatch your life, many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only christ can say the trife will reunite again

[Kuniva]
America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome
Bearin’ my bones, so far away staring at home
Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome
Feelin’ hype from these rockets burning like straightenin’ in the cones
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a K to my neice
Real nigga’s feel us and fear us
Gorillaz beat on they chest when
Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us
The spirit of Bugz is still in me
God bless it the trinity
Cause my bullets they come in three’s like trilogy’s
Put the knife away, missles away strike and blaze
So much smoke you can’t tell the difference between night and day
Right away blow your life away, so light your haze
Hold tight grenede’s so when it blows I’m slightly grazed
Kuniva might be crazed unleashin’ unlikely rage
The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged

[Chorus:]
Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa
Ahhhayayayayay
Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa
Ahhhayayayayay

[Bizarre]
Everynight I talk to a black hawk, taking herion in bulks
Watch my body hit the chalks
I’m too lazy, mescalines got me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
And I ain’t never going home, Bizarre can for go
It’s cold I’ll be for cyphering, right from wrong
As I sit in my seat and remain calm
And close my eyes and wait for the bomb (Here it comes!)

[Airplane Blows Up]

[Swifty]
I’m gettin’ the fuck on, I’m aggrivated
I know I’ll make it, Im in a place full of hatred
Treatin’ my life like a sacrred
Try to check me, I break your neck
Disrespect me you get injected
It’s hectic with some bullshit that happen
You least expected
We just don’t accept it nigga
I go ahead, lift my trigger
Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit
I’m a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don’t miss shit
I hit all, whoever that did this
We Gonna Getch’all

[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo
Now whether its Sadam or Bin Laden
Thats been startin all this trouble for us
Creepin horrors doin show after show, sleepin on the tour bus
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no Tenges
You dont need us to say the world is fucked up dawgs can see it
Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its kids
Cuz they findin out how you lied about your twisted sins
They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend
They cant deter you from the truth cause we the helping hand

[Terry Hall]

We are one, and one is all
We are, We are, we are one
And one is all

[Chorus]

Now I dialed nine one one a long time ago
Don’t you see how late they’re reactin’
They only come and they come when they wanna
So get the morgue truck and bag the goner
They don’t care ’cause they get paid anyway
They treat you like an ace that can’t be betrayed
I know you stumble with no use people
If your life is on the line then you’re dead today

Late comings with the late comin’ stretcher
That’s a body bag in disguise
y’all I’ll betcha
I call ’em body snatchers
quick they come to fetch you
with an autopsy ambulance
just to dissect ya

They are the kings ‘cos they swing amputation
Lose your arms your legs to them it’s compilation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation
It all adds up to a funky situation

So get up get get get down
911 is a joke in yo town
Get up get get get down
Late 911 wears the late crown

911 is a joke (Repeat)

Everyday they don’t never come correct
You can ask my man right here
with the broken neck
He’s a witness to the job never bein’ done
He would’ve been in full effect 911
They the token to your life when it’s croakin’
They need to be in a pawn shop on a
911 is a joke we don’t want ’em
I call a cab ’cause a cab will come quicker
The doctors huddle up and call a flea flicker
The reason that I say that ’cause they
Flick you off like fleas
They be laughin’ at ya
while you’re crawlin’ on our knees
And to the strength so go the length
Thinkin’ you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
Cause 911 is a fake life saver

Repeat

Ow, ow 911 is a joke

Step by step
Climbing to the top
Eddie the Eagle
The epitome of sport
Not for the winning
Or the advertising deals
Not for the money or glory
Just for taking part
It’s like when I was at school
And we got beat 10-1
My dad would always say
“At least you tried, son”
And now there’s a hero for those
Who thought sport was never fun
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won

Another Sunday match again
Another Merseyside clash again
It’s the 36th this season
By my calculations
That’s when I made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
For the character and determination
In the face of bankruptcy
For the passion and dedication
Despite the threat of the Vauxhall League
And the stands may be empty
And the bank account too
But there’s something in my stomach
Says they’ll always pull through
That’s when I made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground

Too many crap programs
With too many adverts
Too much Matthew Engel bullshit
And not enough dirt
Media and programs
All dull and mundane
How to fill up space
When you’ve nothing left to say
So rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Oh, rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Fingerpost! Terrace Talk! Wise Men Say!
Elmsie Ender! The Absolute Game!
Not The View! Off The Ball! I could go on and on
But I’ve just bought the latest When Sunday Comes
Kick up the R’s! Northern Light! City Gent!
Voice Of The Valley! The Crooked Spirite!
Eagle Eye! And The Pie! I could go on and on
But I’ve just bought the latest When Saturday Comes