I Like It Loud (Orginal Version 1997)
Yeah!
From the creator of Don't Touch That Stereo
I want y'all to know: Marshall Masters is in the f**king house!
Yeah!
We gon' kick some ass tonight
We're gonna kick some f**king asses tonight!
'Cause we got a brand new bag of tricks
So
Yo Marshall, bring the melody!
Yeah boy!
Alright, sing!
I'm gonna be the singer tonight
We go like: "huh huh!"
Yeah
I wanna sing the melody now
Check me singing, check me singing
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
My radio believe me, I like it loud
I like the f**king radio loud
So if you don't like the radio loud, motherfucker!
Then listen to your walkman
Because, check it out
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio, I like it loud
My radio believe me, what!
Bring my f**king kickdrum
Yo!
Alright
Bust the speaker, man!
Bust the speaker
I can't hear 'em
I can't hear 'em
What's it
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
Loud, this song
Loud like in a fire
Marshall Masters, on a set
Your number one desire
Loud, this song
Loud like in a fire
I love my radio so f**king loud
It's my desire
Fuck it!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
And I like it loud
And I like it loud
All the girls say
All the pretty girls
All the girly gabbers
All the girly gabbers
I wanna see this, check it out
All the girly gabbers
Put your honey-loney-dee, honey-loney-dee
If you want to be a gabber, put your honey-loney-dee
Honey-loney-dee, honey-loney-dee
If you're a true girly gabber
Put your honey-loney-dee
Jump
Spread out
Shake it around
Just jump
Spread out
Shake it around
Everybody sing!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Marshall Masters and his f**king whole crew
Yeah, we're gonna kick ass tonight
All those f**king happy house hardcore people better go f**king home and listen to their momma's shit
Because we're kicking ass tonight
Hardcore's in the f**king house
Yeah, everybody sing
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Peace out
To all the brothas in the hardcore business
Big up to yourself
And keep hardcore f**king strong!
'Cause Marshall Masters is gonna do it
If you don't
Haha
Yeah!
That's right!
That's right!
Marshall Masters in the house
And Marshall Masters say peace out to all of the crew!
From the creator of Don't Touch That Stereo
I want y'all to know: Marshall Masters is in the f**king house!
Yeah!
We gon' kick some ass tonight
We're gonna kick some f**king asses tonight!
'Cause we got a brand new bag of tricks
So
Yo Marshall, bring the melody!
Yeah boy!
Alright, sing!
I'm gonna be the singer tonight
We go like: "huh huh!"
Yeah
I wanna sing the melody now
Check me singing, check me singing
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
My radio believe me, I like it loud
I like the f**king radio loud
So if you don't like the radio loud, motherfucker!
Then listen to your walkman
Because, check it out
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio, I like it loud
My radio believe me, what!
Bring my f**king kickdrum
Yo!
Alright
Bust the speaker, man!
Bust the speaker
I can't hear 'em
I can't hear 'em
What's it
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
Loud, this song
Loud like in a fire
Marshall Masters, on a set
Your number one desire
Loud, this song
Loud like in a fire
I love my radio so f**king loud
It's my desire
Fuck it!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
My radio believe me, I like it loud
And I like it loud
And I like it loud
All the girls say
All the pretty girls
All the girly gabbers
All the girly gabbers
I wanna see this, check it out
All the girly gabbers
Put your honey-loney-dee, honey-loney-dee
If you want to be a gabber, put your honey-loney-dee
Honey-loney-dee, honey-loney-dee
If you're a true girly gabber
Put your honey-loney-dee
Jump
Spread out
Shake it around
Just jump
Spread out
Shake it around
Everybody sing!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Marshall Masters and his f**king whole crew
Yeah, we're gonna kick ass tonight
All those f**king happy house hardcore people better go f**king home and listen to their momma's shit
Because we're kicking ass tonight
Hardcore's in the f**king house
Yeah, everybody sing
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Du-de-du-dududu-du-du, da-du-de-du-dududu-da-du
Yeah!
Peace out
To all the brothas in the hardcore business
Big up to yourself
And keep hardcore f**king strong!
'Cause Marshall Masters is gonna do it
If you don't
Haha
Yeah!
That's right!
That's right!
Marshall Masters in the house
And Marshall Masters say peace out to all of the crew!
Credits
Writer(s): - Acardipane, Shawn Aka Sir Shawn Mierez
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