out here On the edge of the world Chorus: Come on brother we gonna shake this town Come on sister we gonna shake this town Come on children we gonna shake this town
Vertaling: De Band. Shake This Town.
a crown When they gave us our trophies And we held them up for our town And the cynics were outraged Screaming, this is absurd 'Cause for a moment a band
And I was raised on rock, raised on rock Growing up with the guitar men Growing up way too fast Follow the sound of a rock 'n' roll band This call will
Comes my favorite part. This is the part where I get to expose myself, to... Cleveland. All my hopes, fears, dreams and desires, right here, right now, in this
nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah... When i get off the road I shoot back to my town new whips, new watch, fuck
fields Verse 1:Violent J aaah shit! damn bitty bam im violent j and i fucked your mom and im leadin this spectacle in your town we got magic and voodoo
? (Shake it, shake it, shake it) We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin? (Shake it, shake it, shake it) We bottle poppin?, we, we bottle poppin? (Shake
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin
boy Live in such misery, misery, misery, oh? Then one day I had one perfect plan I shake my ass and scream in a rock 'n' roll band From now on there
On Three 1 2 3 Aghhh This Is My New Band Biz Markie And The Beasie Boys Everybody Give It Up Yo, We Gotta Break Some Back Boys In Here I'm Gonna Sing For This
city, in your town, housequake And the kick drum is the fault Housequake (Housequake) Housequake You gotta rock this mother (You gotta rock this mother) Housequake, housequake You gotta rock this
people in the crib get hyped Let's get this party funkin' right Come on Come on Release it Listen to me now, release it Come, come on, come on, release it Whose crib is this
when concealing my weapon I was raised in the gutter fifties for elevens And a dirty box cutter, I'm standing my ground Back and forth out of town,
a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared Got a magnifying glass then I brushed my beard Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes As I waited for this
never want this to end And I have kept my promises How can I forget shaking every memory? Looking back when The sun never set around here And we waited all year This
'cause you're pumpin' my band up I like this Just like this C'mon get up Get up, get up Music is key It's the way we're set free From all this world
