Boney M In the 1970s

Boney M. is a German band specializing in disco and funk. The band was founded by German record producer Frank Farian, who was its main songwriter.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago

He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

Most people looked at him with terror and with fear

But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher

Full of ecstasy and fire

But he also was the kind of teacher

Women would desire

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago

He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

Most people looked at him with terror and with fear

But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher

Full of ecstasy and fire

But he also was the kind of teacher

Women would desire

Ra ra Rasputin

Lover of the Russian queen

There was a cat that really was gone

Ra ra Rasputin

Russia's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar

But the kazachok he danced really wunderbar

In all affairs of state he was the man to please

But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze

For the queen he was no wheeler dealer

Though she'd heard the things he'd done

She believed he was a holy healer

Who would heal her son

Ra ra Rasputin

Lover of the Russian queen

There was a cat that really was gone

Ra ra Rasputin

Russia's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

But when his drinking and lusting

And his hunger for power

Became known to more and more people

The demands to do something

About this outrageous man

Became louder and louder

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

"This man's just got to go", declared his enemies

But the ladies begged, "don't you try to do it, please"

No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms

Though he was a brute, they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of higher standing

Set a trap, they're not to blame

"Come to visit us", they kept demanding

And he really came

Ra ra Rasputin

Lover of the Russian queen

They put some poison into his wine

Ra ra Rasputin

Russia's greatest love machine

He drank it all and said, "I feel fine"

Ra ra Rasputin

Lover of the Russian queen

They didn't quit, they wanted his head

Ra ra Rasputin

Russia's greatest love machine

And so they shot him 'til he was dead

Oh, those Russians

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 Pop king - Michael Jackson's  " Billie Jean "

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene

I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one

Who will dance on the floor in the round?

She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene

Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one

Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do

And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

And mother always told me be careful of who you love

And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and forty nights

The law was on her side

But who can stand when she's in demand

Her schemes and plans

'Cause we danced on the floor in the round

So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice

(Do think twice, do think twice)

She told my baby we'd danced 'til three, then she looked at me

Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no)

'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do

And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

She came and stood right by me

Just the smell of sweet perfume

This happened much too soon

She called me to her room

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

She says I am the one

You know what you did, (she says he is my son) breaking my heart babe

She says I am the one

Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover (don't Billie Jean)

Billie Jean is not my lover

Billie Jean is not my lover

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Famous  Lyrics from.........

Cook that shit up Quay!

In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin')
Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo)
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo)
Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) hey, hey
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey
Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (cash, cash)

Quavo
Uh, back at it, back at it, uh
Count up a hundred, throw racks at it, uh
Yeah, my wrist a Titanic, uh
Ice hit the glacier, it do damage (ice)
Uh, yeah your nigga gon' panic
I see through her panties like a panoramic (hey)
Yeah, then get back to whippin'
And get back to trappin' young nigga back at it (woo)
Uh, if it's too crowded might shoot out the roof
And say, "Let them come through" (pow pow)
Keep it one thousand when I'm in the booth
I spent two thousand to step in the shoes (gang)
Gang on gang how you think we gon' lose (gang)
Back to back motorcade, that how we move (woo)
On momma porch was sittin' on the stoop (momma)
When I hopped up I took off to the Moon (ooh)

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it)
In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin')
Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo)
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo)
Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) hey, hey
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey
Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (cash, cash)

My diamonds like Fiji, bitch, I'm Yella Beezy
Iced-out in this freezer, just copped a Luigi
Oh take it easy, you trippin' I'm leavin'
My drank in the freezer, this shit don't come easy
I'm trappin' I mean it, my blood double G me
The Cougar the heater, take la señorita
I'll send some shots through a nigga wife-beater
Chopper knock a nigga out on his people
Don't call me, lil' baby, I'm sorry don't need ya
Last month I got shot up, I been went up on features
Body for body my niggas some demons
We tit for tat, leave you busted and bleedin'
Stopped in Atlanta in the booth with my Nina
Back in the day used to trap in a Beamer
I'm a true hustler my bitch is a schemer
Skeet in her eyes and that lil' bitch a creamer (aye)

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it)
In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin')
Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo)
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo)
Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) (uh), hey
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey
Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (cash, cash)

Wrist so froze, can't shake hands, I gotta give you a pound
Way my bank account quadrupled, think I'm still slingin' pounds (wow)
Told them castin' my vote for who tryna get this dope 'cross the border
Grew up I'm from East Atlanta, but stand my ground like it's Florida
F*ck the judge, f*ck the bailiff, f*ck the local reporter
Tell the whole truth to my lawyer, Guwop slicker than oil
Park the Dawn, rode the Wraith to the trap with the Adler
Look like a Rolls Royce dealership, every time I bring out my cars
F*ck the stars, buy the bar, neighborhood superstar (S'Gucci)
Twenty-four K, Bruno Mars, down to the drawers (guwop)
I'm thinking' large, talkin' old money, Chico DeBarge
Lou say I'm 20 futuristic movin' this part (it's Gucci)

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it)
In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin')
Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo)
I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo)
Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) hey, hey
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey
Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz (cash, cash)