Al-Jura (Arabic: الجورة) was a Palestinian village that was depopulated during the 1948 Arab-Israeli war, located approximately two kilometers west of Majdal (both within the boundaries of present-day Ashkelon, Israel). In 1945, the village had a population of approximately 2,420 mostly Muslim inhabitants. Though defended by the Egyptian Army, al-Jura was nevertheless captured by Israel's Givati Brigade in a November 4, 1948 offensive as part of Operation Yoav.
A 1998 estimate of the population of refugees today who are descendants of those who fled al-Jura, placed the figure at 17,000. The founder and spiritual leader of the Hamas organization Ahmed Yassin was born in al-Jura.
In 1596, Al-Jura was part of the Ottoman Empire, nahiya (subdistrict) of Gaza under the liwa' (district) of Gaza, named Jawra/Jawrit al-Hajja, and it had a population of 253.
The Syrian Sufi teacher and traveller Mustafa al-Bakri al-Siddiqi (1688-1748/9) visited Al-Jura in the first half of the eighteenth century, before leaving for Hamama. In 1863 the French explorer Victor Guérin visited the village, which he called Djoura, and found it to have three hundred inhabitants.
You oughta get comfortable.
We gonna get busy.
Say good-bye to the late, to
the great Mr. Nice Guy.
Do or die, I’m (gonna) open your eyes.
Start a wild, wild fire inside ya’ baby.
Undecided, heart divided.
Wonderin’ how should, you ask me how long
You can fight it, but tonight it’s all about how strong.
CHORUS:
I’m gonna hit you with all I got.
Get ready,
All I got.
Touch your sky,
All I got.
You’ll be so pretty.
Church in the mornin’,
But for the moment it’s alright,
Yes, it’s on.
East or West, full of stress.
Troublin’ reaction.
I'll never rest,
‘til I get your request for some attraction
CHORUS 2:
I’m gonna hit ya with all I got.
I'm gonna hit you,all I got.
Close your eyes, all I got.
Can you imagine.
The radio be singin’, uh-huh, uh-huh.
All I got.
Be ready,
All I got.
Touch your sky,
All I got.
We’ll be shoulder to shoulder,
Over & over it’s alright,
Baby.
VAMP OUT
Baby, baby, the talkin’ time is over.
Now we got to hurry to the real thang.
Didn’t we let the season go rollin’ right by.
What’ve we got to lose by givin’ it all we got.
We gonna come out the winner, believe it or not.
Just rally around the funk and say I love ya.
Baby!!
Goin’ in through the window, stayin’ through the summer.
Woe unto the woman that’s startin’ to doubt.
All I got.
All I got.
All I got.