Techno - darmowa baza

Na ogó³ przyjmuje siê, ¿e techno powsta³o z post-dyskotekowej muzyki house, popularnej w Detroit i Chicago, w po³owie lat 80. Za pocz¹tek techno uwa¿a siê za³o¿on¹ w 1984 przez grupê kilkunastoletnich, g³ównie czarnoskórych DJ-ów, ucz¹cych siê w œrednich szko³ach w Detroit, polow¹, nielegaln¹ dyskotekê, pod namiotem, o nazwie "Techno City". DJ-e ci grali tam muzykê opart¹ na rytmach House, ale tworzon¹ na bazie wymyœlonych przez siebie, ca³kowicie syntetycznych brzmieñ. Dyskoteka ta zyska³a szybko bardzo liczne grono sta³ych bywalców, którzy zaczêli siê do niej przenosiæ z bardziej tradycyjnych dyskotek. Po osi¹gniêciu takiego sukcesu wielu z tych DJ-ów zaczê³o jeŸdziæ po ca³ych Stanach Zjednoczonych i organizowaæ podobne dyskoteki polowe pod innymi wielkimi miastami.

I'm fabulous

Hi Mommy
Hi Daddy

I'm fabulous

Young cat got back, did a little dig
Now he hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game

Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she donâ??t know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only want to crush
Charge that to the game

But itâ??s all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weâ??ve got love for yâ??all but y'all donâ??t love us

So we swerve in the Suburban switchinâ?? lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromy thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Donâ??t hate on us, weâ??re fabulous

Pre-paid cellulars for local calls
Little dimes and divas up at the malls
Rockin' corn roll twists, thatâ??s how we roll
But donâ??t hate on us, weâ??re fabulous

They met, he said how she was a dime
So na??ve that she believed every single line
17, first time slipped up, â??bout to have a child
Charge that to the game

Was just us and mom, single parent home
She did the best she could, did it all her own
Met a man but he wonâ??t raise a child thatâ??s not his
own

Oh, no, oh, no, no

But itâ??s all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weâ??ve got love for yâ??all but y'all donâ??t love us

So we swerve in the Suburban switchinâ?? lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromy thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Donâ??t hate on us, weâ??re fabulous

Pre-paid cellulars for local calls
Little dimes and divas up at the malls
Rockin' corn row twists,thatâ??s how we roll
But donâ??t hate on us, weâ??re fabulous

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And no matter whatever together weâ??ll weather the
storm
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