Lyrics:
to you, take it all gently,
Really, you don't have to worry if you extend over to this slow train.
Don Pach Don Pach Don Today, on this Japanese island
niggas from the Japanese islands
Yeah
I have all my goals
Set in sight
Then there's you
I want to break away
But I'm just a slave to the thought that you
Japanese Island (Montreal 1982) beautiful flute made by famed luthier Haim Seligman and a trancing dumbeck.
island country
あー、地球の片隅の島国で
プライドなんてない
J・A・P・A・N・E・S・E
We are yellow revolution
J・A・P・A・N・E・S・E
Now... Oh! Jap...!!
魔訶不思議な伝統
謎ばかりのナショナリズム
忘れた頃に気安く顔を出す
Canal
Stolen peeps, Pacific, Island, or South Sea
To Samoa and Fiji, Black birding
Enslavement, To Australia, And New Zealand
Called Kanakas, What
share a few drinks and a spliff
We can talk bout butts but no if
Bumper up like you put it pon a lift
You a Mercedes dem a Suzuki swift
Japanese gyal dem
it come, Jah man, fi rule the island
Nicodemus, Super Cat, and mi say Burro Banton
Suzie Wong, she a Japanese, I man a black man
Live a Miami, but she
(22 What up?)
All my clothes from overseas
And my hoes from overseas too
My denim Japanese
Mix the Number-Nine with Evisu
My Japanese bitch wanna
[Angel Rick, a British angel who always wears a flight jacket, in the Lord's office alone with pictures of
prosperous Germans and Japanese and their
I got two bad bitches in the back seat
And they throwing they ass like a athlete
Got one white girl, one Japanese
Drop a band on a belt like cash me
talk Euros, dollars and yens
Boy, this pussy talk Bentleys, Rovers and Benz
Boy, this pussy fly private to islands, to M's
Boy, this pussy talk
talk Euros, dollars and Yens
Boy, this pussy talk Bentleys, Rovers and Benz
Boy, this pussy fly private to islands, to M's
Boy, this pussy talk
dollars, and yens
Boy, this kitty talk Bentleys, Rovers
And Benz
Boy, this kitty fly private to islands
To M's
Boy, this kitty talk Birkin, Gucci, Chanel
and I'm gonna get my partners
And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You're telling me you're Japanese and I tell you maybe
This is a song for Carol
You're into Japanese fast food
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
This is a song for Carol
You're into Japanese fast food
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
looking Japanese
Money flip like it's on trapeze
Get the club jumping like trampoline
Pull up blowing smoke out a limousine
I gotta get it by any means
I
I know Japanese Moshi Moshi and konichiwa
I know guapenese I'm talking cheese a fluent speaker yah
I cook up with pots and pans and cylinders
bikini
Strapless
I wish
That I lived
On an island
With a bad bitch
Kamehameha
Living it up like the bourgeoise
Got them rolling papers
With the
With
She came from the Cocos Islands with a limp and a snow-shaker huh
Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor
He said, "You aint's gets nothing
best friend Lee
We grew up together along Half Moon Bay
Lee was Japanese, born in the USA
When Tommy was fighting Jerry along the River Seine
Me
best friend Lee
We grew up together along Half Moon Bay
Lee was Japanese, born in the USA
When Tommy was fighting Jerry along the River Seine
Me
tone was like a pina colada,
I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies,
So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki,
Then I got cocky,
And asked them
alive
I would be like Ginger, you ain't Gilligan isle
Really don't care, I'm in love with the island
Rockin' Dior 'cause it goes with my diamonds
Got
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