Sonic the Hedgehog 2 Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 Soundtrack Lyrics
- Piece of Shitake Planet by Tom Holkenborg
- Blue Menace by Tom Holkenborg
- Mind If I Drive by Tom Holkenborg
- Sonic's Home by Tom Holkenborg
- A Wachowski Family Special by Tom Holkenborg
- Sonic, Meet Knuckles by Tom Holkenborg
- Papa's Got a Brand New Stache by Tom Holkenborg
- The Master Emerald by Tom Holkenborg
- So You Think You Can Pivonka by Tom Holkenborg
- Goodnight, Tails by Tom Holkenborg
- Ages Ago by Tom Holkenborg
- You Know Nothing About Me by Tom Holkenborg
- Operation Catfish by Tom Holkenborg
- Eureka, I Found It by Tom Holkenborg
- Gotta Go Fast by Tom Holkenborg
- Entering the Labyrinth by Tom Holkenborg
- You Don't Have to Be Alone Anymore by Tom Holkenborg
- Sinister by Tom Holkenborg
- Team vs Robotnik by Tom Holkenborg
- Okay, We're Not Friends by Tom Holkenborg
- A New Order by Tom Holkenborg
- Dad by Tom Holkenborg
- Barracuda by Heart
- Brunch by Brenzy
- Here Comes The Hotstepper by Ini Kamoze
- Its Tricky by Run DMC
- Stars In The Sky by Kid Cudi
- This Is How We Do It by Montell Jordan
- Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson
- Walk by Pantera
- You Know How We Do It by Ice Cube
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Barracuda
by Heart
So this ain't the end, I saw you again, today
I had to turn my heart away
Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone
And tales, it never fails
You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now wouldn't you, barracuda? Oh
Back over time we were all trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, uh-huh
No right, no wrong you're selling a song, a name
Whisper game
And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
Ooh, barracuda, oh yeah
"Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep now to save my head, you
I think that you got the blues too
All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly, silly fools
The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ohh, barra-barracuda, yeah
I had to turn my heart away
Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone
And tales, it never fails
You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now wouldn't you, barracuda? Oh
Back over time we were all trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, uh-huh
No right, no wrong you're selling a song, a name
Whisper game
And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
Ooh, barracuda, oh yeah
"Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep now to save my head, you
I think that you got the blues too
All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly, silly fools
The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Ohh, barra-barracuda, yeah
Writer: Roger Douglas Fisher, Michael Joseph Derosier, Nancy Lamoureaux Wilson, Ann Wilson Dustin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Brunch
by Brenzy
Oh, oh, oh
Just another Sunday
Waking up at my place
Feeling nothin' new
Guess I'm calling Postmates, thinkin' I'd be
Eating something fancy with a view
With a glass of champagne
Bacon, eggs, and pancakes
And it ain't even noon
Think I need an upgrade from this space
I could use a friend or maybe two
I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
I never had a girl to call in the morning
Starting to think that maybe this was never for me
Tap into my feminine side
I'll give her time to live her life
But I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I, sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
And he already know the plan
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
Cause he already knows
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
Just another Sunday
Waking up at my place
Feeling nothin' new
Guess I'm calling Postmates, thinkin' I'd be
Eating something fancy with a view
With a glass of champagne
Bacon, eggs, and pancakes
And it ain't even noon
Think I need an upgrade from this space
I could use a friend or maybe two
I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
I never had a girl to call in the morning
Starting to think that maybe this was never for me
Tap into my feminine side
I'll give her time to live her life
But I don't choose to
It ain't what I'm used to
Wish I knew you
Can I, sit at the table too?
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
And he already know the plan
Talkin' shit with all my friends
Cruisin' fast in my Benz
Comin' home to my man
Cause he already knows
I just wanna go to brunch
Where the girls have fun
Bottomless mimosas, ain't used to the exposure, but I wish that I was
On my way to brunch (on my way to brunch)
Where the girls don't give a f*ck (they don't give a f*ck)
I just wanna dress up
To get messed up, is it
Just a little too much?
Writer: Albert Posis, Emily Brennan, Jesse Barrera, Patrick Hizon
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Here Comes The Hotstepper
by Ini Kamoze
Hit it
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
No no we don't die, yes we multiply
Anyone press will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Excuse me mister officer (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Extraordinary, juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fit is me, fit to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say every time
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Dial emergency number (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
It's how we do it man
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Hey, start like a jackrabbit, finish in front of it
On the night is jack, that's it, understand?
I'm the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain't no homie gon' play me, top celebrity man
Murderer, I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Excuse me mister officer (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
No, no we don't die, yes we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, G go, I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Yeah man, it's how it is
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Right
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Big up all crew bow ya (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical danger (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Here comes the hotstepper
I'm the lyrical gangster
I'm a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that
Hey, da-da da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
No no we don't die, yes we multiply
Anyone press will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Excuse me mister officer (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Extraordinary, juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fit is me, fit to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say every time
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Dial emergency number (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
It's how we do it man
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Hey, start like a jackrabbit, finish in front of it
On the night is jack, that's it, understand?
I'm the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain't no homie gon' play me, top celebrity man
Murderer, I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Excuse me mister officer (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
No, no we don't die, yes we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, G go, I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Yeah man, it's how it is
Nah, na-na-na-nah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-nah
Right
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer)
Big up all crew bow ya (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Here comes the hotstepper (murderer)
I'm the lyrical danger (murderer)
Pick up the crew in-a de area (murderer)
Still love you like that (murderer)
Here comes the hotstepper
I'm the lyrical gangster
I'm a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that
Hey, da-da da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
Writer: Christopher Kenner, Ini Kamoze, Kenton Nix, Salaam Remi Gibbs
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Its Tricky
by Run DMC
This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme, that's right on time
It's Tricky is the title, here we go...
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky
I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly
Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early
These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me
Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy"
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) It's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Trrrrrricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky
In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme
They really (hawk) but we just (walk) because we have no time
And in the city it's a pity cause we just can't hide
Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh!
When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time
I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cause I make up a rhyme
I'm not braggin', people naggin' cause they think I'm a star
Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far
A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play
Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay
I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cause I'm on TV
They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tr-Tr-Tr-Tricky) Tr-tr-tr...
We are not thugs we don't use drugs but you assume on your own
They offer coke and lots of dope but we just leave it alone
It's like that y'all (y'all), but we don't quit
You keep on (rock!) shock! Cause this is it...
To rock a rhyme, that's right on time
It's Tricky is the title, here we go...
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky
I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly
Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early
These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me
Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy"
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) It's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Trrrrrricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky
In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme
They really (hawk) but we just (walk) because we have no time
And in the city it's a pity cause we just can't hide
Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh!
When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time
I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cause I make up a rhyme
I'm not braggin', people naggin' cause they think I'm a star
Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far
A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play
Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay
I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cause I'm on TV
They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...(How is it?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tr-Tr-Tr-Tricky) Tr-tr-tr...
We are not thugs we don't use drugs but you assume on your own
They offer coke and lots of dope but we just leave it alone
It's like that y'all (y'all), but we don't quit
You keep on (rock!) shock! Cause this is it...
Writer: Rick Rubin, Darryl Matthews McDaniels, Joseph Ward Simmons, Jason William Mizell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stars In The Sky
by Kid Cudi
Hmm
Hmm, mhm
The feelings runnin' deep (deep)
Ain't no time for sleep
A second to unwind
Head up in the sky
I follow to the beat (beat)
It's just what my heart's demandin' (yeah)
Friends and laughin' (come on)
Hear me, dancin' in the flow (flow)
Yes, I feel it's my time (time)
Watch me glow (glow)
Livin' in the dream lights (lights), in the zone (zone)
Yeah, this world is all mine
Come see what you'll find, right
Goin' for it, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
In the city, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
Say I might and (yeah) sail tonight, I'm home (home)
Say right now, "I'll get it", take my hand, come zone
Come on, catch a ride
And we take it to places that we only dream
I think I'm home
This is my heaven, baby, day and night, in my zone
The feeling flows through me (oh-oh)
Heaven's where we meet (meet)
Happy we lovin', we lovin' our lives
Things I wish to see (to see)
Seem to come to be
I see the truth, I'm honest (hey)
The moon is singin' our song (yeah, yeah)
See we found what we're searchin' for
The love that we holdin' (we holdin')
Another adventure unfolds (mmm)
I've been dreamin' about it (yeah)
Dreamin' about it
Goin' for it, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
In the city, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
Say I might and (yeah) sail tonight, I'm home (home)
Say right now, "I'll get it", take my hand come zone
Come on, catch a ride
And we take it to places that we only dream
I think I'm home
This is my heaven, baby, day and night in my zone
We are free of worries (ooh)
Just to the side, take me home (ooh)
Free, no worries at all
Take me home
Hmm, mhm
The feelings runnin' deep (deep)
Ain't no time for sleep
A second to unwind
Head up in the sky
I follow to the beat (beat)
It's just what my heart's demandin' (yeah)
Friends and laughin' (come on)
Hear me, dancin' in the flow (flow)
Yes, I feel it's my time (time)
Watch me glow (glow)
Livin' in the dream lights (lights), in the zone (zone)
Yeah, this world is all mine
Come see what you'll find, right
Goin' for it, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
In the city, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
Say I might and (yeah) sail tonight, I'm home (home)
Say right now, "I'll get it", take my hand, come zone
Come on, catch a ride
And we take it to places that we only dream
I think I'm home
This is my heaven, baby, day and night, in my zone
The feeling flows through me (oh-oh)
Heaven's where we meet (meet)
Happy we lovin', we lovin' our lives
Things I wish to see (to see)
Seem to come to be
I see the truth, I'm honest (hey)
The moon is singin' our song (yeah, yeah)
See we found what we're searchin' for
The love that we holdin' (we holdin')
Another adventure unfolds (mmm)
I've been dreamin' about it (yeah)
Dreamin' about it
Goin' for it, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
In the city, I'm out, I'm rollin'
'Til the stars in the sky, babe, I'm home
Say I might and (yeah) sail tonight, I'm home (home)
Say right now, "I'll get it", take my hand come zone
Come on, catch a ride
And we take it to places that we only dream
I think I'm home
This is my heaven, baby, day and night in my zone
We are free of worries (ooh)
Just to the side, take me home (ooh)
Free, no worries at all
Take me home
Writer: Brandon Benjamin, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Montero Hil, Oladipo Omishore, Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
This Is How We Do It
by Montell Jordan
This is how we do it
(This is how we do it)
La la la la la la la
La la lo lo lo lo oh
(This is how we do it)
La la la la oh
This is how we do it, it's Friday night
And I feel all right
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it!"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it)
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. mack or a wanna-be playa
You see the hood's been good to me
Ever since I was a lower-case G
But now I'm a big G, the girls see I got the money
Hundred dollar bills y'all
If you were from where I'm from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
Ooh South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does (This is how we do it)
YNV, SCC, (This is how we do it) all my homies
I'll never come wack on an old school track (This is how we do it)
Check it out!
Once upon a time in '94
Montell made no money and life sure was slow
All they said was 6'8" he stood
And people thought the music that he made was good
There lived a D.J. and Paul was his name
He came up to Monty, this is what he said
You and OG are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash
Oh I'm buzzing because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
I'll never come wack on an old school track (This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does (This is how we do it)
Oh it's party time (This is how we do it)
Straight up comin' from the West side (This is how we do it)
OG's got the flava, yeah (This is how we do it)
And Monty doesn't like nobody, doesn't (This is how we do it)
Come on now, Def Jam, you know what it (This is how we do it)
This is how we do it (This is how we do it) baby
(This is how we do it)
La la la la la la la
La la lo lo lo lo oh
(This is how we do it)
La la la la oh
This is how we do it, it's Friday night
And I feel all right
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it!"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it)
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. mack or a wanna-be playa
You see the hood's been good to me
Ever since I was a lower-case G
But now I'm a big G, the girls see I got the money
Hundred dollar bills y'all
If you were from where I'm from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
Ooh South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does (This is how we do it)
YNV, SCC, (This is how we do it) all my homies
I'll never come wack on an old school track (This is how we do it)
Check it out!
Once upon a time in '94
Montell made no money and life sure was slow
All they said was 6'8" he stood
And people thought the music that he made was good
There lived a D.J. and Paul was his name
He came up to Monty, this is what he said
You and OG are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash
Oh I'm buzzing because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does (This is how we do it)
To all my neighbours you got much flava (This is how we do it)
I'll never come wack on an old school track (This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because (This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does (This is how we do it)
Oh it's party time (This is how we do it)
Straight up comin' from the West side (This is how we do it)
OG's got the flava, yeah (This is how we do it)
And Monty doesn't like nobody, doesn't (This is how we do it)
Come on now, Def Jam, you know what it (This is how we do it)
This is how we do it (This is how we do it) baby
Writer: Montell Du'Sean Jordan, Oji Pierce, Ricky M L Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Uptown Funk
by Mark Ronson
[ Featuring Bruno Mars ]
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
And my band 'bout that money, break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Stop, wait a minute
Fill my cup, put some liquor in it
Take a sip, sign a check
Julio, get the stretch
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood
Jackson, Mississippi
If we show up, we gon' show out
Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Bitch say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
And my band 'bout that money
Break it down
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Before we leave
Lemme tell y'all a lil' something
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up uh
I said uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Come on, dance, jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don't brag about it, come show me
Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
Well it's Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch come on!
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Writer: Charles Wilson, Devon Gallaspy, Jeffrey Bhasker, Lonnie Simmons, Mark Ronson, Nicholaus Williams, Peter Hernandez, Philip Lawrence, Robert Wilson, Ronnie Wilson, Rudy Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Walk
by Pantera
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you
You want in, to get under my skin and call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
Run your mouth when I'm not around, it's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk, are you talkin' to me?
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
No way, punk
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk, are you talkin' to me?
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
Walk on home, boy
One step from lashing out at you
You want in, to get under my skin and call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
Run your mouth when I'm not around, it's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk, are you talkin' to me?
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
No way, punk
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk, are you talkin' to me?
Respect, walk, what did you say?
Respect, walk
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me?
Walk on home, boy
Writer: Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
You Know How We Do It
by Ice Cube
Yeah, yeah
Fool, you know how we do it
West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side
Ain't nothin' goin on but the bomb ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster ass tricks sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox up at Venice
They want to have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo' hoppin, ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as f*ck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side
Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin' to Dub
About who got a plan, who got a plot
Whom got got, and who got shot
'Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin out the window
Fool, I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam and Solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
You know how we do it
Jack B Nimble, and Jack B Quick
If you want to jack me on a lick, 'cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it
Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nothin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it
Fool, you know how we do it
West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side
Ain't nothin' goin on but the bomb ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster ass tricks sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox up at Venice
They want to have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo' hoppin, ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as f*ck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side
Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin' to Dub
About who got a plan, who got a plot
Whom got got, and who got shot
'Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin out the window
Fool, I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam and Solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb," just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
You know how we do it
Jack B Nimble, and Jack B Quick
If you want to jack me on a lick, 'cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it
Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nothin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it
Writer: O'Shea Jackson, Quincy Delight III Jones, Theodore Jr. Life, Dexter Wansel
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Sonic the Hedgehog 2: Music from the Motion Picture is the score album for the 2022 film of the same name. The score, which was composed by Tom Holkenborg, was released on April 8, 2022, by Paramount Music in both digital and physical formats.
In December 2021, Tom Holkenborg, who also composed Sonic the Hedgehog (2020), was announced to be returning to compose the score of its sequel, Sonic the Hedgehog 2. The film was supported by a single titled "Stars in the Sky", the only original song recorded for the film, by Kid Cudi.
The soundtrack was released on digital platforms by Paramount Music on April 8, 2022, the same day as the film's United States release. La-La Land Records also released a limited edition CD of the album in April 2022, and Enjoy the Ride Records released a limited edition cassette tape in August 2022.
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Film score In December 2021, Tom Holkenborg, who also composed Sonic the Hedgehog (2020), was announced to be returning to compose the score of its sequel, Sonic the Hedgehog 2. The film was supported by a single titled "Stars in the Sky", the only original song recorded for the film, by Kid Cudi.
The soundtrack was released on digital platforms by Paramount Music on April 8, 2022, the same day as the film's United States release. La-La Land Records also released a limited edition CD of the album in April 2022, and Enjoy the Ride Records released a limited edition cassette tape in August 2022.
Producer(s): Tom Holkenborg
Released: April 8th, 2022
Year: 2022