Teksty:
Right Said Fred Play On

We're having a go, we're having a blast We are coming alive We are going all the way and we play on And we play on We are having it away and the weekend starts today Play on

It was a very cold clear fall night I had a terrible dream Billy name and brigid were playing under my stair case On the second floor about two o'clock

Me Fred Benz an' Freddy Craps Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips house It's been fifteen years an' I ain't played out They playin' Too $hort steppin' on

Two, you'd better learn to rap like me or you like to be a fake Mc Three, never talk down on a player I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire Last but

holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fueled It's on one, nah he said, "It's on two" On fifteen shells, ducked and

Malcolm X put a hex on my future someone catch me I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song The Serengeti's cloned Back to put you backstabbers back on

m on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier

pause on My gun shoot like fast-foward's on You dress cute when the wars off What you doin' dog you playin' wit it You make ya bed right you layin'

] Ride, ride Rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on What!, what!, what! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what! Ride on [