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Herbie von Smalls

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... 2 alphabet street

Im gonna crown the first girl that I meet

Im gonna talk so sexy

Shell want me from my head 2 my feet

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes she will

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Im gonna drive my daddys thunderbird (my daddys thunderbird)

A white rad ride, 66 (67) so glam its absurd

Im gonna put her in the back seat

And drive her 2 ... tennessee

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, tennessee

Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive her

 

Excuse me, baby

I dont mean 2 be rude

But I guess tonight Im just not, Im just not in the mood

So if u dont mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I would like to...watch

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah...can i?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (can i, can i, can i, can I)

 

Were going down, down, down, if thats the only way

2 make this cruel, cruel world hear what weve got to say

Put the right letters together and make a better day

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, better days

Yeah, yeah, yeah, its o-o-k

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Maybe its the only way

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

Cat, we need u 2 rap

Cat, we need u 2 rap

Dont give 2 us slow

Cause we know u know

New power soul

Gotta gotta gotta go!

 

Talk 2 me lover

Come on tell me what u taste

Didnt your mama tell u

Life is 2 good 2 waste? (put your love down)

Didnt she tell u

That lovesexy was the glam of them all?

If u can hang, u can trip on it

U surely wont fall (put your love down)

No side effects and

The feeling last 4-ever

Straight up - it tastes good

It makes u feel clever (put your love down)

U kiss your enemies

Like u know u should

Then u jerk your body

Like a horny pony would (put your love down)

U jerk your body like a horny pony would

Now run and tell your mama about that!

 

And while ure at it tell your papa about this

 

Yeah-yeah

 

Put your love down there when u wanna get shot

 

No! (yeah, yeah)

 

Put your love down there when u wanna get shot

Put your love down there when u wanna get shot

Put your love down there when u wanna get shot

 

Put your love down there...

 

Get home, alphabet street

 

No!

 

L-l-l-l-lovesexy

 

Yea, oh, alphabet street

Yea, oh, alphabet street

 

A b c d e f h I love u

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Sunny day

Sweepin' the clouds away

On my way to where the air is sweet

 

Can you tell me how to get

How to get to Sesame Street

 

Come and play

Everything's A-okay

Friendly neighbors there

That's where we meet

 

Can you tell me how to get

How to get to Sesame Street

 

It's a magic carpet ride

Every door will open wide

To happy people like you

Happy people like

What a beautiful

 

Sunny day

Sweepin' the clouds away

On my way to where the air is sweet

 

Can you tell me how to get

How to get to Sesame Street...

 

How to get to Sesame Street

 

How to get to...

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If you lived, in Pigeon Street,

Here are the people you could meet,

Here are the people who would say,

Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye, everyday.

 

If you lived, in Pigeon Street,

Here are the people you could meet,

Here are the people who would share

The sights, the sounds, the air, where...,

Pigeons beat, their wings wings beat,

Pigeons beat, their wings wings beat,

 

To meet in Pigeon Street!

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I'm going down...

to the place tonight

To see if I can get a taste tonight

A taste of something warm and sweet

That shivers your bones and rises to your heat

 

Im going down to the place tonight

The damp and hungry place tonight

Should all the stars shine in the sky

They couldnt outshine your sparkling eyes

But its so hard to be the one

To touch and tease and to do it all for fun

But its too much for a young heart to take

Cause hearts are the easiest things you could break

 

And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door

Im knee deep in myself

But I want to get more of that stuff

Of that stuff

 

Some candy talking

Talk

 

And I want

And I want

Some candy talking

 

Some candy talk

 

I love the way shes walking

I love the way shes talking

Its just the way shes walking

Its just the way shes talking

 

And I need

All that stuff

Give me some

Of that stuff

I want your candy. I want your candy

And I need

Give me some

Of your stuff

Give me some

I want your candy. I want your candy.

I want your candy. I want your candy.

I want stuff

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Theres a crack up in the ceiling,

And the kitchen sink is leaking.

Out of work and got no money,

A sunday joint of bread and honey.

 

What are we living for?

Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.

No money coming in,

The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.

 

We are strictly second class,

We dont understand,

(dead end!)

Why we should be on dead end street.

(dead end!)

People are living on dead end street.

(dead end!)

Gonna die on dead end street.

 

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

 

On a cold and frosty morning,

Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.

And my feet are nearly frozen,

Boil the tea and put some toast on.

 

What are we living for?

Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.

No chance to emigrate,

Im deep in debt and now its much too late.

 

We both want to work so hard,

We cant get the chance,

(dead end!)

People live on dead end street.

(dead end!)

People are dying on dead end street.

(dead end!)

Gonna die on dead end street.

 

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

 

(dead end!)

People live on dead end street.

(dead end!)

People are dying on dead end street.

(dead end!)

Gonna die on dead end street.

 

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Head to my feet (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Hows it feel? (yeah)

Hows it feel? (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

Dead end street (yeah)

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Original pirate material

You're listenin' to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Make yourself at home

We got Diesel

Or some of that home grown

Sit back in your thrown

Turn off your phone

Cos this is our zone

Videos, televisions, 64s, playstations

Web henry with precision

Few herbs and a bit of Benson

But don't forget the Rizla

Lean like the Tower Of Piza

These are...

A ways a...

And this is a day in the life of a geeza

 

For this ain't a club track

Pull out your sack and sit back

Whether you white or black

Smoke weed, chase brown or toot rock

We're on a mission

Support the cause

Sign a petition

Summon all your wisdom

The music's a gift from

The man on high

The Lord and his children

 

Trip or team of your rudeboys

Come rain or snow the boodah flows

You don't know

Stand on the corner

Watch the show

cos life moves slow

Sort your s*** out and then roll

Sex, drugs and on the dole

Some men rise, some men fall

I hear you call

Stand tall now

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin' to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

I'm just spittin

Think I'm ghetto

Stop dreaming

My data's streaming

I'm givin your bird them feelings

Touch your toes then touch the ceiling

We walk the tight rope of streed cred

Keep my dogs fed

All jungle, all garage heads

Gold teeth, Valentino's and dreads now

Verbally slapped up

Physically tip top

Spineally ripped up

I do the science on my laptop

And get my boys mashed up

 

You're listening to the streets

You'll bear witness to some amazing feats

Bravery in the face of defeat

All line up and grab your seat

Cos Tony's got a new motor

SR Nova

Drivin like a joyrider

Speeding to the corner

Your mother warned your sound system banger

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin' to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

My underground train runs from Milend to Ealing

From Brixton to Boundsgreen

My spittin's dirty

My beats are clean

Smoke weed and be lean

 

I step out my yard through the streets

In the dead heat

All i got's my spirit and my beats

I play fair don't cheat

And keep the gangsters sweet

Turn the page

Don't rip it out at your rage

Move to the next stage

Lock the rage inside the cage

Like SK, it's a new day

But don't take the shortcut through the subway

Its pay or play

These geeza's walk the gangway

Deep seeded urban decay

Deep seeded urban decay

Rip down posters alight from last week's big garage night

And the next Tyson fight

I cook 'em at 90 degrees farenheit

And don't copy the copyright

I got 'em in my sights

Blinded with the lights

Taken to dizzy new heights

Blinded with the lights

Blinded with the lights

Dizzy new heights

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin' to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

You're listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

 

Has it come to this

oh werh-werh-werh

 

Original pirate material

Your listenin to the streets

Lock down your aerial

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Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Diamond market in the ghetto

Star of david on my chest

Sex is kosher on the sabbath

Jewish princess in my nest

Like aunt golda high on zion

Milk and honey are my drugs

Relic box of einsteins hairdo

Spring prediction cloud of bugs

 

The heavens cry loud in the open

I hear the angels sing

Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael

Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Glory in the circumcision

Oops there goes a freudian slip

Army of lovers on a mission

Forty years of desert trips

Drinking from a stinking fountain

The kabbala and jezebel

Dancing horah on a mountain

Party like a bitch from hell

 

The heavens cry loud in the open

I hear the angels sing

Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael

Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

The heavens cry loud in the open

I hear the angels sing

Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael

Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

 

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

Evenu shalom shalom

Shalom alechem

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Have you seen the old man

In the closed-down market

Kicking up the paper,

with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

And held loosely at his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

 

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

 

Have you seen the old girl

Who walks the streets of London

Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?

She's no time for talking,

She just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

 

Chorus

 

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man is sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea last an hour

Then he wanders home alone

 

Chorus

 

And have you seen the old man

Outside the seaman's mission

Memory fading with

The medal ribbons that he wears.

In our winter city,

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care

 

Chorus

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Ooh! wrawgh! huh!

 

Down on the street where the faces shine

Floatin' around on a real O-mind

Seein' pretty things

Aint no walls

Seein' pretty things

Aint no walls

 

No walls!

No walls!

No walls!

No walls!

 

Yea, deep in the night I'm lost in love

Yea, deep in the night I'm lost in love

Thousand lights look at you

Thousand lights look at you

At you!

At you!

At you!

Yeaah, at you! Come on! Pow-pow-pow!

 

Yeah!

Yeah!

Brrrrrhhhhhuh! huh! huh huh!!

Ooh-no oh-no oh-no no-no-no-no-no-no

No no no no no-no

 

Faces shine

Real O-mind

Real O-mind

I'm the real O-mind

Real O-mind

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Well there's a man I know

At least I used to years ago

I didn't really mind

He used to come 'round all the time

 

Of course he had to be fed

I had to give him a bed

He used to kip on my sofa

They used to call him a loafer

 

I've heard he's changed

A lot since then

But some of his ways

He just can't mend

 

Told the other day

That he'd offered to pay

He didn't like his dad

He earned all he ever had

 

He didn't have no shame

He was a master at his game

He never showed his hand

He was the bed and breakfast man

 

He was, he was the bed and breakfast man...

 

Repeat to fade

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