How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

I lef mi mooma and A lef mi papa inna Sokodé
I lef mi bredda and a lef mi sista fi di land of plenty
I ran to di river di Kara river and A wash mi body deh
I asked sweet Dora from Bassila "Gimme Illa glacé"

I'm from far lalalalala
ah selema tumbé mama selema selema selema selema selema tumbe I am from far
meyi afemé!

Ah miss mi fufu mi bredda Fofo and mi can o' Milo
Samsamé Mango Bafilo Aneho di pickney sey "yovo!"
ah miss Fafavi, princess Mawussi, Karin o memba me...
nights in Togoville and days pon de hill,
evryting cook and curry!

ah lef mi mooma and ah miss mi papa, mi hometown Sokodé
ah lef mi bredda dear ol' sista oh carry mi deh
run tell di river di Kara river I know mi go die deh
mi cowry shell choker, I man joker, bro Yema pray for me

Traditional song from South Africa.

Univers du cha-cha-cha (P Canzani)

Sal de la playa mi amor

que yo te quiero llevar a gozar

el nuevo ritmo que hace furor

ponte tus zapatitos de charol

que toda la noche vamos a gozar

del cha-cha-cha

Te tienes que decidir

porque la orquesta ya va a comenzar

al son de maracas trompeta y bongo

musica y dulces palabras de amor, mira

y el universo va girando al compas

del cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha

cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha

Y bailalo bonito todo meneadito

con ese cuerpito aaay!

Quitte la plage mon amour

Moi je voudrais t’amener à jouir

Du nouveau rythme qui fait fureur

Mets tes petits souliers

Et toute la nuit nous allons danser

Le cha-cha-cha

Il faut te décider

Parce que l’orchestre va commencer

Au son des maracas, trompette et bongos

Musique et douces paroles d’amour oui !
Et l’univers tourne en rond au compas

Du cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha

cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha

Et danse-le tout beau

Tout plein de grâce

Avec ton joli corps ay aaay !