
歌手:Alicia Keys
时间:2025-10-03
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Love It or Leave It Alone/Welcome to Jamrock (Unplugged Live at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, Brooklyn, NY - July 2005) - Alicia Keys/Damien Marley/Mos Def/Common/Common & Friends
Lyrics by:Charles Davis/Lorenzo DeChalus/Derek Murphy/Ini Kamoze/Damian Marley/Stephen Marley/Kirk Khaleel/Joseph Williams
Composed by:Charles Davis/Lorenzo DeChalus/Derek Murphy/Ini Kamoze/Damian Marley/Stephen Marley/Kirk Khaleel/Joseph Williams
Arranged by:Alicia Keys/Onree Gill/Ray Chew
Produced by:Alex Coletti
C'mon
Yes yes yes
Uh a-yes yes y'all
Freak freak y'all
A-freak freak y'all
Freak freak y'all fifteen
Oh a-yes yes y'all
Put them hands in the air y'all
Now put them hands in the air y'all
Waddup Brooklyn
And just clap your hands y'all y'all
A-freak freak y'all and ya don't stop
A-to the beat y'all and ya don't stop
A-freak freak y'all and ya don't stop
A-freak freak
Yo mad love for the culture
Since the days of Adidas and hip-hop posters
Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag
A bit about it 'cause I can't live without it
Seen her on the streets when I was like ten
Expressions of the Latin and young black man
From backspins to backyards we rap harder
People that lack jobs now we black stars
Gift from God they said we must be crazy
Now they sayin'"Common Nas Ye and Jay-Z"
Leaders of tomorrow follow the steps of
Africans rap in the ghettos makin' express love
Yo we bring the light we do it tonight
Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right
We come down and bam and rock who I am
Com Sense yo I'm wit the fam yo
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
Yo peep it out while I tell you like this
A fresh to the soil be sure you don't miss
It's the truth for ya true feature
I could go on for days about it screamin'"Alicia"
Walkin' down the block with brother Com Sense
Comrade Com Sense so what the heck so I
Show this fresh girl that you always sure
Before and then my heart should be adored and
Can't front and never ignore
It's Aquarius love and highly secure
Daje Mahal and really gettin' in
And fantasize of my life for a one or two winners
And my man Com Sense just stopped and said
"Yo stop frontin' and use your head"
A-said"Yo stop frontin' and use your head"
A-said"Yo stop frontin' and use your soul"
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta
Right about now
I wanna thank everybody for comin' out and rockin' with me tonight
I wanna give a big-up to my man Mos Def
My man Common Sense my man Krucial
My man Ills the whole M.B.K. fam
The whole Krucial Keys fam and MTV
And everybody out there say"Yeah"
Yeah
Said everybody out there say"Yeah"
Yeah
C'mon and alright
I need y'all to give it up for Pablo on percussion
For Paul John on drums
Onree Gill on M.D
For Anaysha Sara Jermaine and Denise on backgrounds
Steve on the bass oh
Artie on the guitar
Jeff's on the horns
Aye yeah yeah
And the string quartets Ray Chew and the crews
Uh uh you know
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it
Oh oh oh
I wanna bring Damian Marley to the spot
Up in the streets they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag your knapsack it inna your backpack
The smell ah give your girlfriend con
Some bwoy nuh notice dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories pose like dem name Chuck Norris
Don't know the real hardcore
Sandals ah no back too the thugs dem will do when dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff tings come at you when
New York man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come inna Jeep and dem can't stop it
Some say them ah playboy ah Playboy Rabbit
Some selektah get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Up in the streets they call it murder
Jamaica Jamaicaaaa yeah
Jamaica Jamaicaaaa yeah
Jamaica Jamaicaaaa yeah
Jamaica Jamaica
Chi-Town
Chi-Town Chi-Town and we gets down
Chi-Town Chi-Town and we gets down
Chi-Town Chi-Town and we gets down
It's Chi-Town gettin' all down c'mon
New York New York
New York New York
New York New York
New York New York
Say wel-come to Jamrock
A-wel-come to Jamrock
A-wel-come to Jamrock
Up in the streets they call it murder
Yeah
Damian Marley ladies and gentlemen
Common Sense Mos Def
We love you and we thank you for rockin' wit' us
Much love to the people
Brooklyn