Leaving the whole week behind Stop the trouble, open your mind Is it the life you want to live? Clear up your mind, zebras crossing the street Loosing
Alright Go Yeah We gonna make you loose control We gonna make you loose control We gonna make you, we gonna make you We gonna make you loose control
Posse, make your choice Come on, feel the noise So jump jump a little higher Jump jump a little higher Keep it right now Ravers, you like it rough All
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, yes Yeah Yeah Yeah Ye-ye-yeah She said, "Move, move, move to the rhythm" She
Where in the world, where in the world Where in the world did I get this hurt I don't mind, yeah, I don't mind If you call me bad, call me wrong Call
in the morning we'll be feeling all right All right, all right, all right, all right Get on your bad motor scooter Get on your bad motor scooter Get on your bad motor scooter
the morning we'll be feeling all right All right, all right, all right, all right Get on your bad motor scooter, get on your bad motor scooter A-get on your bad motor scooter
Scooter boys and Argentineans Europe shed the blood of the Indians Here I sit in the land of plenty Crying about my own virginity Hey blue blood you'
bitch! this muthafuckin' scoota. and i don't want you rappin' my shit! i don't you singin' my shit and it's whateva! bitch!
RMB no, one me no skip me no fame, yeah With me jam for the microphone and busy with the DJ Jungless in the place Jungless on the case Scooter are you
Scooter, back in the house, yeah Get off your shirts and wait for further instructions Starting the, "Microphone business" I've got one message for the
Yeah, move on up We're going to the wild, wild side Get off my mind Ready Hey, you bomb, bomb Hey, you bomb, bomb Hey, you bomb, bomb Acid, acid bomb
Einmal wissen dieses bleibt fur immer Ist nicht rausch der schon die nacht verklagt Ist nicht farbenschmelz noch kerzenschimmer Von dem grau des morgen
Oooohoowoo...beautiful, beautiful.
Burn the house, there's a party in the place Rock the beat, move on up and feel the bass Big M.C.'s gonna rock the microphone And our beat will show you
OK posse...this is Cosmos for ya'! Yeeeah...feel the trance! Open your mind! See the clouds across the sky. Yeah. Feel the trance! C'mon ! YESS
We're gonna hit you harder Yeah! Friends, we'll be friends We'll be friends, we'll be friends Friends, we'll be friends We'll be friends, we'll be friends
Raving outside to the passionate groove So I wanna check the microphone I wanna check the microphone I wanna check, I wanna check The Rick, the Ferris and MC H.P. Scooter