Tekst :
Any other day of the week
You d probably pass this girl in the street
With my tracksuit on, and my Airforce Ones
But you get a lot more than you see
Cause I know that if I step up in the club
I ll get your whole crew showing me love
And they ll be trying to impress me
Want to undress me
Proove that you got the good stuff
Baby, just work it, the way that you do it
You re making me move my body when you watch me
I don t wanna stop the way that you move me
You make me feel sexy, tonight we re gonna have a party
All night long, forget about sitting at home
[Chorus:]
Cause when it comes to myself I lay low
But on Saturday night we roll roll
When we come to the club and you throw your hands up
You re making my body go go
Cause everyday life I m so so
But when the party is about to blow, blow
And we come to the club, I ll be looking so hot
I m making your body go go
[Verse 2:]
And it feels all right
We re gonna party in the middle of the night
And we can roll with the ballers, don t care what they call us
Cause we re all shot-callers, all right
So just get into the music, it s not what you got, boy
It s all how you use it, cause it ain t where you re from
It s where you re at, could be a millionaire or just outta cash
Just work it, the way that you do it...
[Chorus]
All you people in the clubs
Throw your hands up, show me love
And it s all you gotta do, oh yeah, oh yeah
All you people in the clubs
Throw your hands up, give me love
Like it s the last thing you do, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Rap:]
I said I like it when you work it, come on
I said baby move your body, come on
You re looking hot Mama, don t stop Mama
I said I like it when you work it, come on
[Chorus out] Tekst :
Welcome to the Dead Land!
Laughter will captivate Your fears!
And Great Paper...
Shall realize your hopes and dreams!!!
He is our god, who knows well
How to comfort...
So that no-one would doubt!!!
To have no-one in doubt!!!
Fantasmagoria... fantasmagoria...
It is bad when someone...
Arranges the puzzles and discovers that divinity...
Is just a Mere Paper!!!
Then darkness will cover the ungrateful crowd
All will parish!!!
So that no-one would doubt!!!
So that no-one would doubt!!!
Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria...
Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria...
Madness is drilling inside our heads cos he...
... is a completion of yet unfinished dreams...
Father - comfort us!
You are our god who knows well
How to comfort...
And no-one will doubt!!!
And no-one will doubt!!!
Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria...
Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria...Tekst :
Olha o Gandhi aê
Olha o Gandhi aê ô
Toca com língua que a terra é nossa, Gandhi
Toca que eu quero ouvir o seu som gigante
Toca que eu quero me embalar
No Alá de Oxalá
Toca que eu quero ouvir o seu som gigante
Nas mãos do alabê
Ouço o som do tambor
E o fino toque do agogô
Todo mundo quer ver
O tapete branco passar
Transbordando a avenida de paz
Só pra quebrar
Olha o Gandhi aê
Olha o Gandhi aê ô
Ê lá vai o Gandhi Ê com a batucada
