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    "Yalla Yalla [Norro's King Dub]" Lyrics

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    Well, so long liberty
    Let's forget you didn't show
    Not in my time
    But in our sons' and daughters' time
    When you get the feeling
    Call and you got a room
    Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the ke-bab shop
    In the streets of fear
    Forgetting all out best tai-kwon-do moves
    On a barrel of beer
    We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M.
    Do the D.T.I., bust C.N.N.
    Sucking the wine right outta the vine
    Spitting it out again

    Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
    Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
    Drive, drive, drive
    Distance no object, rasta for I

    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Jumbalaya on the Bayou

    Kool Moe Dee was in the treacherous three
    There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee
    Going underwater to explode
    Now night is falling on the grove
    You can but dream

    And I hear
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Jumbalaya on the Bayou

    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    There's jumbalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove

    Well, so long liberty
    Just let's forget you never showed
    Not in my time
    But in our sons' and daughters' time
    When you get the feeling
    Call and you got a room
    Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the ke-bab shop
    In the streets of fear
    Forgetting all those best tai-kwon-do moves
    On a barrel of beer
    Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M.
    Do the D.T.I., bust C.N.N.
    Sucking the swine right outta the vine
    Spitting it back again

    Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
    Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
    Drive, drive
    Distance no object, rasta for I

    Somebody got a vision of a homeland
    From a township, from a township window
    Through a township window
    Some crazy widow dares to have a vision
    Starts seething, like
    Seeming like a homeland on the plain
    Not in focus yet
    Seeming like a homeland on the plain
    Not a focus yet

    I'm groovin' with a free syle nation
    And maximum density

    And I say
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Jumbalaya on the Bayou

    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
    Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
    Only to shine, shine in gold, shine
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joe Strummer, Pablo Cook, Richard Norris.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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