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 our best tae-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 NN 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 Mc Gee 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 tae-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 NN 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
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 our best tae-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 NN 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 Mc Gee 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 tae-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 NN 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
