Spreadin' rhythm around Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' Everybody you meet is rarin' Up in Harlem in every flat

So take my name Remember this face Keep the change and have a nice day And live for the moment not by the past Homie live each day like it's your last And if you only had 24 hours And 1400 minutes Then you better go live it 'Cause whatever you love

She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Breaking down, and days came longer There's the other class dragons chasing you around Sit around on silver just stream on the smoke Is rising over your thoughts and your tears Watch over you, watch and fall down You knock a boulder all over the ground

Don't charge me for the crime Wrong place, wrong time Wrong place, This is life in this world Some things go right, some things go wrong It's just how the world can be People just wanna be free

He llegado hasta el fin Con los brazos cansados Tantas veces te vi Simulando un olvido Me embriague hasta el vació Con tu miel venenosa

Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger Just a man and his will to survive It's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones