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Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte
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On a touché la perfection [BatBat/Diego Pallavas]
& ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
On a fait des concerts en boisson [FLOW/Corbillard]
& ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
On a marié l'sublime à l'éthylique [Get/Fast Motion]
& ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
Qu'ce soit avec ou sans public [Mika/Fake Off]
on leur versera leurs salaires)
SHAKA LAKA, cette chanson est pour toi
On a SMS illimités alors on peut bien t'offrir ça [DeWarlaing/Tcheck l'Assos]
S'il le fallait, on t'offrirait des canards en origamie [Vankou/Black Sheep]
Si y'avait s'bar en bas d'chez moi, je s'rais alcoolique à vie [Till/Guerilla Asso]
Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte, cette chanson est pour toi
Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte, et ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte, cette chanson est pour toi
Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte, et ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
Alors à vous tous les copains, Alors à vous tous les Marmots [JNEB]
Lorsque vous v'nez voir du Punk-Rock, essayez de boire plus qu'un vert d'eau [Tomska/Mister Jingle]
car ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
car ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
car ils se dégagent pas d'salaire
Le SHAKA LAKA mon Pôte, cette chanson est pour toi
guitare : Fab [Justin(e)]
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Union Jack - Smoke Dust
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Now I'm dead and in my grave, rotten by worms until my bones
I rolled the dice and payed the price, but all i've done is in the past
My life was so tame, now I play a new game,
I'm a skull with no name with a fuckin' bad aim
I can do what I want cuz I don't feel no pain,
I will come back again and realize my plan
Out of control, coming out from my hole,
I will do what I told coming back for the fall
Here's my revenge, I'll do honour my pledge
Never again sage, now I will express my rage
Living dead haunting the streets
Supported by ugly freaks
Preparing some dirty tricks
Torturing these fuckin' pricks
Now I'm on your track, ready to stab you in the back
No time to react when I'll smoke all your crack
Ghosts control the night under pretty moonlight
We are waitin for midnight and looking for a fight
And out come the freaks smoking dope on the hills
Giving us a thrill, letting me feel for real
Climbing over the wall, shop lifting at the malls
Giving the cops a kick in the balls
From dawn to dusk, still standing smoking dust
No I can take your drugs on trust
I've sold my soul, that's i've always told
I'll never give back all the things I stole
Ghosts have no fear and will yell in your ears
Listen to our mix and bring us beers
Life was boring I choose to quit
Let's move your feet on this fuckin' bad ska beat
End of ... pressure
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