Scooter - We take you higher

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Posse, make your choice! Come on, feel the noise!
So jump jump a little higher, jump jump a little higher!
Keep it right now!!!

Ravers, you like it rough! All of you, can t get enough!
So jump jump a little higher, jump jump a little higher!
Slowing it down!!!

We take you higher!!!
We take you higher!!!
Yeeeah!
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-.....

Breakbeat, that s the groove! Come on, make it move!
So jump jump a little higher, jump jump a little higher!
Keep it right now!!!

Posse, we spin you round! Hardcore, that s the sound!
So jump jump a little higher, jump jump a little higher!
Slowing it down!!!

We take you higher!!!
We take you higher!!!
Yeeeah!

We take you higher!!!
We take you higher!!!
Yeeeah!
Yeeeah!

Inne utwory

  • Ramp
  • I shot the DJ
  • Burn the house
  • Back in Ireland
  • Pulstar
  • Rock bottom
  • Friends
  • Take a break
  • She said
  • Forever young
  • Apache
  • The night
  • Leave in silence
  • Kashmir
  • Maria
  • The leading horse

    • Losowe utwory

    Crumbling land

    In a while I ll find the time to make the sunshine mine
    in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
    wheeling, soaring, gliding high

    On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
    shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
    wining, dining, shining...

    All has gone

    All has gone
    Can t you see
    Lights slipped on
    Out of me
    Never could see the spring time
    Only believe in winter

    Hair too long

    Hard to see
    Crow sit on
    The blood tree
    Skies black and blue
    Ill treated
    Even the moon
    Feels cheated
    ...

    Yum yum gimme some

    I met her in the gift shop- met her at the bus stop- met her in the park fly looking like
    a show stop-
    Seemed to be a nice girl- seemed to be a wise girl- seemed to be a plain old no
    surprise girl-
    So...

    Hollow out

    Can it be more darker
    Darker than your blackest mind
    Can i or can it be seen
    From the long distant far

    Deep down in the void of soul
    Soul cries for feed it`s hunger
    Nothing, nothing more it needs
    Only the way to the darkest relief

    Discourage...
    Way of no belief...
    All is useless...
    Without the control (of soul...)
    ...

    Le sang de la vendetta

    C’est l’épisode où le mec A marave ou carotte B,
    B, engrené revient avec son quartier C.
    A perd ses jambes, voilà sa cité D.
    Réputation, goumé, la spirale est enclenchée,
    “Zoungou zoungou zing”.
    Encore çs schlingue, les bruits de flingues,
    Les coyotes, les jeux de dingues.
    L’ennemi est le tocard, le trimard à tricar.
    Ca c’est le...