Island In the Sun - Weezer

Ohh yeah, ohh yeah Words and truth One fine evening on the sandy coast The feeling was irie 'round the drum circle When the wisest rasta I ever saw Gently joined us and sang of Jah Roots and culture seeped from his bones He took out a spliff and said "Pass 'dis around" So I took a righteous drag It was the best sensi that I ever had And then I felt the chills run up my back "My good man, tell me what was that?" He said "My friend, you just smoked crack" You just smoked crack Ooh, crack (You just smoked...) I just smoked crack (Oh my God) It felt fucking great (This is amazing) I thought it was marijuana, oh yeah But now it's too fucking late (I can't come back down) I love crack (Holy shit) And now I am invincible (Fuck yeah) If anyone tries to take my crack I'll kill them on principle Some call crack bazooka Others call it base But no matter what name you call it It's the best invention ever by the human race The government spread lies about it They say that it is no fun but On that glass shell I sucky Sucky-sucky-sucky-til the crack is gone Now we should legalize it Legalize it Set the people free and legalize... We should legalize crack So that I can smoke it all (I can see God) You can borrow it from your neighbors Or buy it at the local mall (Legalize crack) I love crack And I know it loves me (More fire) So if you try to take my crack You better fucking kill me Thank you kind rasta For showing me the way Goodbye ganja My crack is here to stay

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah