GREATEST HITS III
Under Pressure (rah mix)
(Original words and music by Queen and David Bowie. Additional
music by Roger Taylor and Brian May. Remixed by Justin
Shirley-Smith and Joshua McCrae.)
You say New York, New York is dangerous
Cause you read that where you may
Even a blind man could see that's not so
Love love love love love.....
Ray
People on streets
Ha ha haa ey
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Why don't we give all that one more chance?
Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure
Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure
Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure that brings a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de day day de (5 times)
O.K.!
Chippin' around kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Tomorrow - gets me higher higher high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why?
Love love love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the (People on streets) edge of the night
And loves (People on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Another One Bites The Dust
Original words and music by John Deacon. Remixed by Wyclef Jean.
Additional lyrics by Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel, Free and Jerry
Wonder.
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?
I need a break beat
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?
I need a break beat
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?
I need a break beat
Outta the doorway, the bullets rip
Repeat to the sound of the beat, yeah
Yo, a for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged
Another one bites the dust
A for the thugs with the burners, that wanna blast off
Another one bites the dust
And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops,
blaow
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the
dust, hey
Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddie, where you at?
Steve walks warily down the street, with his brim pulled way down
low
Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway, the bullets rip
Repeat to the sound of the beat, hey
My man got shot, and the block got hot
Another one bites the dust
Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the
dust, hey
Yo, hold your breath, hold your breath, hold your breath
Yo, check it
If you're a soldier at ease
My military style is known to murder Nazi's, Brooklyn to Germany
(Oh yeah)
My kamikaze will blow the U2, they hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu
Whether you Hindu, or do the Voodoo
You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, yeah yeah
Yo, it's the number one rappin' band, come on, come on
Yo, this review, will be critically acclaimed
Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane
The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all
Better have a vest y'all, I'll blast, (Oh yeah) and bless y'all
"F"- y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six
Time running out, listen to the tick (Oh yeah)
If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen,
If you know what I know, you know what I mean (Oh yeah)
Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team
Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared (Oh yeah)
beam....blaow
For all you critics, sayin' "another remake"
Another one bites the dust
Yow, if you know the deal, this is the master real, kid, ha ha
Another one bites the dust, oh yeah
Right, right, Freddie Mercury, where you at yo?
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the
dust
How do you think I'm gonna get along without you when you're
gone?
I need a break beat! (Oh yeah)
Yo if you're ready for the first of the month, for that welfare
check, come on
Kicked me outta my home
I need a break beat!
Are you happy? Are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?
I need a break beat!
Outta the doorway, the bullets repeat to the sound of the beat,
yeah, lookout
Yo! Bulletproof vests, like the wild wild west
Another one bites the dust
Yo, this is a stickup, now take off your Rolex
Another one bites the dust
Yo, dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money
Another one bites the dust
Yo, Dirty Cash, Dirty Cash, the adventures of Dirty Cash
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the
dust
Yo, for the love for the cash I'll blast you in my path
Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half (Oh yeah)
As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames
This ain't no game, I'm-a start callin' names (Oh yeah)
So come get me, if you know the one-fifty
A million Refugees ready to bust wit' me (Oh yeah)
Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---
You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me (Oh yeah)
Pras, dirty, Cash, you're the greedy
Believe me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly (Oh yeah)
Bite another dust with my man Freddie Mercury
What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe crazy (Oh yeah)
Practically, I tactically destroy
Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy (Oh yeah)
My whole envoy stay camouflaged out
And when I walk the street, I take the Refugee route (Oh yeah)
This one go out to all my thugs in the borough
So just stay thorough, like Kilimanjaro (Oh yeah)
Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll
Outta control, the female mandingos (Oh yeah)
Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarian
Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian (Oh yeah)
And when I bust, it ain't in God we trust
And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk (Oh yeah)
She looked into my eyes and said F-B-I
Another one bites the dust, oh yeah
She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied
Another one bites the dust
Right, I could relate, could you relate?
Another one bites the dust
Jerry Wonder, The Product:
Ho-ooh-ooh-ohh
Another one bites the dust
Don't you know we coming for you?
Yo, Canibus, John Forte
Another one bites the dust
Yaw, dirty cash, and baby Free
Another one bites the dust
Wyclef Jean, Freddie Mercury, ha ha I'm out baby
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the
dust, hey
Navy seals
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Thank God It's Christmas
(Brian May / Roger Taylor; Christmas single 1984)
Oh my love we've had our share of tears
Oh my friend we've had our hopes and fears
Oh my friends it's been a long hard year
But now it's Christmas
Yes it's Christmas
Thank God it's Christmas
The moon, and stars, seem awful cold and bright
Let's hope, the snow, will make this Christmas right
My friends, the world, will share this special night
Because it's Christmas,
Yes it's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
For one night
Thank God It's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
Can it be Christmas?
Let it be Christmas every day
Oh, my love, we live in trouble days
Oh, my friends, we have the strangest ways
All my friends, on this one day of days
Thank God It's Christmas
Yes It's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
For one day
Thank God It's Christmas
Yeah it's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
Yeah it's Christmas
Thank God It's Christmas
For one day
yeah
Christmas
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