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Arular
by
M.i.a.
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2005
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Overall Rating:
3.5379
Avg. Critic Score:
3.3948
Arular Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
1
2
Pull Up The People
3
Bucky Done Gun
4
Sunshowers
5
Fire, Fire
7
Amazon
8
Bingo
9
Hombre
11
10 Dollar
12
URAQT
13
Galang
Pull Up The People
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang
[X2]
Yeah,me got God and me got you
Every day thinking bout how me get through
Everything i own is on I.O.U.
But i'm here to bringing you
Someting new
You no like the people,they no like you
Then they go and set it off
With a big Boom
Every gun in a battle is a
Son and daughter too
So why you wanna talk about
Who done who?
Why you wanna talk about
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. tang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang
[X2]
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor
I'm a fighter, fighter God
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road
You can bring me the reaper
Bring me the lawyer
I'm a fighter, i'll take em on
You treat me like a killer
I ain't hate ya.
I'm a fighter, fighter God
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Bucky Done Gun
London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet down I need to make sound
They're coming through the window
They're coming through the door
They're busting down the big wall
And Sounding the horn[x2]
What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin'[x2]
Time to spit new shit
I'm rocking on this new bit
I'm hot now you'll see
I'll fight you just to get peace
Heavy Weight Wrestler
Fight me in your comforter
Let you be superior
I'm flithy with the fury ya
London
Quiet down I need to make a sound
New York
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet I need to make sound
I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My Stamina can take it
Gymnastics Super Fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite, Teeth Nose Bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece
What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin'[x2]
Can I get control
Do you like me vulnerable
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people
Physical, Brute force
Steel, lion you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar slow
What you Want
Bucky Done Gun
What you want
The Fire Done Burn
What you want
Bucky Done Gun
Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin'[x2]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Sunshowers
I bongo with My Lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From Congo to Columbo
Can't sterotype my thing yo
I salt and pepper my Mango
Shoot Spit Out the window
Bingo I got him in the thing yo
Quit bending all my Fingo
Quit beating me like you're a ringo
You wanna go?
You wanna win a war?
Like p.L.O I don't surrendo
Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
Cause I'm watching you, My baby
I bongo with My Lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From Congo to Columbo
Can't sterotype my thing yo
I checked that mouth on him
Fucking Checked that gas on him
I had him, Cornered him
Fucking Shut that gate on him
Why would you listen to him?
He had his way I'm bored of him
I'm tired of him
I don't wanna be as bad as him
It's a bomb yo
So run yo
Put away your stupid gun yo
Cause see through like a protocol call
Which is why we blow it up 'for we go
Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
Cause I'm watching you, My baby[x2]
Semi-9 and snipered him
On that wall they posted him
They cornered him
And then just murdered him
He Told them he didn't know them
He wasn't there, they didn't know him
They showed him a picture then ;
He got Colgate on his teeth
And Reebok classics on his feet
At a factory he does Nike
And then he helps the family
Beat heart Beat
He's made it to the newsweek
Sweetheart Seen it
He's doing it for the Peeps... Peace
Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
Cause I'm watching you, My baby[x3]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Fire, Fire
Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out look out
From over the Rooftop
Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop
Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop
Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop
Row Da Boat - Straight to da ocean
Give 'im a run - A run at his own game
Signal the plane - An' I landed on the runway
A survivor, independant foreigner
First your beats had me running to the running man
Then your chat had me wanna do the bogie man
Click suits and booted in the timberland
Freakin out to Missy on a Timbaland
Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop
Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop
Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop
Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop
You shoulda been good to me
Then I wouldn't get so rowdy rowdy
You shoulda kept ya eye on me
Then I wouldn't get so baddy baddy
Whether you are...
Swinging out to Swing beat
Laying low and jacking-up to Lou Reed
Chasin out to Pixies and the Beasties
Doin aceed with Hair-Coloured Geek Freaks
FFWD onto the' 04
Got my own flow get you to the dance floor
Little mamma doin the booty rolls
Crump clowns got me rootin for the linos
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Amazon
I was missin' in action
On the side of a carton
I was taken in a Datsun
From a street in Action[x2]
I was sipping on a Rubicon
Thinking 'bout where I come
Its all this for revolution
Cuttin' up the coupon
Savin for a telephone
Can I call home
Please Can I go Home[x2]
Painted nails, sunsets on horizons
Palm trees silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me Ransom[x2]
Hello This is M.I.A.
Could you please Come get me[x4]
Smoking on a Benson
Tryin' to get me undone
Let Me Go
I don't want your attention
Under Submission
Out of frustration I'll do it
I'll scream for the nation[x2]
Painted nails, sunsets on horizons
Palm trees silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me Ransom[x2]
Hello This is M.I.A.
Could you please Come get me[x4]
Minutes turned to hours
And Became our dates
When We Shared raindrops
That turned into Lakes
Bodies started Merging
And the lines got grey
Now I'm looking at him thinking
Maybe He's okay[x2]
Hello This is M.I.A
It's okay You forgot me[x8]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Bingo
Can you keep a secret
From them other people
If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan?
And would you let me know
If I forget the secret
Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6[x4]
I know what's going on
I know how you going on
I got the ra ra
Go ahead and throw the ball
I don't be running at all
I got my own goal
I stand in one place
And make sure I just hit the ball
Can you keep a secret
From them other people
If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan?
And would you let me know
If I forget the secret
Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6[x4]
You drink too much Rum
You make me wanna run
I make no assumption
Ass will get the hump on
Wha's the point of talkin' gun?
I'm donel Blitz and bombed
That what I don't run
For the sake of havin' fun
Can you keep a secret
From them other people
If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan?
And would you let me know
If I forget the secret
Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6[x4]
Do you know what is on?
Do you know what is on?
Do you know how this beat is made in fucking London, Doc?[x2]
Can you keep a secret
From them other people
If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan?
And would you let me know
If I forget the secret
Took my eye off of the Ball?
Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6[x4]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Hombre
Oi Ga-Ra-To Pi-qa mine nu-mu-ro
Me leaga - you teaser
Leaga para min,
Please sin
Excuse me little Hombre
Take my number call me
I can get squeaky
So you can come and oil me
My finger tips and the lips
Do the work yeah
My hips do the flicks
As I walk yeah With a good head
I came to make it With a good head
I came to break it
Did your Mama tell you
About me What she say
Don't go play there
Gonna make that hot boy
Want me Gonna make that hot boy
Take me
You can stick me
Stab me Grind me or wind me
Fuck, we can even ask your wifey
Rich bored at home With a kiddie
She don't know about
You getting nookie
Member when you first started
Call me You had a ticket
Waitin' for me
Said you wanna Meet in Miami
So we can start a
Family
Hoytu hoytu
Cept cept (cet cet)
Cinko, quadro
Tres doie
You can call me over
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
10 Dollar
China girl was a little girl
From a town
That's all you need to know
Lolita was a man-eater
Clocked him like a taxi meter
Fuck gold, she was a platinum digger
Shakin-ass making moves on a mover
Visa, then a plane ride to ya
Peace out. she'll kill you like uma
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.
China girl grew up to be a big girl
Had her sights set on a bigger world
Dial-a-bride from sri lanka
Found herself a yorkshire banker
Need a visa? got wth a geezer
Need some money?
Paid him with her knees up
Year later, started to ease up
Got her own way, shouted out 'see ya'
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.
She skipped away to the shop
She found she didn't have enough
She clocked him looking right at her
And sucked on a lollipop.
Yea, what can i get for 10 dollar?
Anything you want.[8x]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
URAQT
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone
You Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,
I'll get my bro to rob your phone[x4]
You Big Dummy
Now Could it be that me and He
Are tighter than J-lo in her jeans
And Could it be that me and He
Are tighter than R.Kelly in his teens
You fucking With My man
And you text him all the time
You might've had him once
But I got him all the time
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone
Dt-Dt-Dt On your mobile phone
You Fuck my Man and Wreck my home,
I'll get my bro to rob your phone[x2]
U R A Q T
Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to me
You Throw them Balls across the country
You win gold medals for when you're with me
You Big Dummy
Right then, It's On[x8]
He ain't no Word for scrabble
You don't get points for doubles
Menage Trois Lalalalala
I'll bill you for your droudles
You done lost your marble
Like a ball I'll make you dribble
Your the shrapnels in the rubble
I'm a raging bull, a rebel
It's all about the low-blow brown Girl
The No blood, no Love hot girl
The jnkn jnkn jumping off the decks girl
The jnkn jnkn jumping off the rocks girl
You big Dummy
U R A Q T
Is your Dad a dealer Cause you're dope to me
You Throw them Balls across the country
You win gold medals for when you're with me
You Big Dummy
Right then, It's on[x16]
You Big Dummy
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
Galang
London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha-Gwan
Girls say Wha-What[x2]
Slam Galang galang galang
Ga la ga la ga la Land ga Lang ga Lang
Shotgun get you down
Get down get down get down
Ge-d Ge-d Ge-d Down G-down G-down
Too late you down D-down D-down D-down
Ta na ta na ta na Ta na ta na ta
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Who the hell is huntin' you?
In the BMW
How the hell they find you?
1 4 7'd you
Feds gonna get you
Pull the strings on the hood
One Paranoid you
Blazing through the Hood[x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha-Gwan
Girls say Wha-What[x2]
They Say
River's gonna run through
Work is gonna save you
Pray and you will pull through
Suck-a-dick'll help you
Don't let 'em get to you
If he's got one, you've got 2
Backstab your crew
Sell it out to sell you[x2]
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang
Blaze a blaze Galang a lang a lang lang
Purple Haze Galang a lang a lang lang[x2]
Ya Ya haaaaaa... Oh eh oh eh oh oh ya ya yay[x6]
[Thanks to Kitt˙'s (th3_littl3_m1ssy_d3vil_kitty@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
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