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Black Eyed Peas, The – The Boogie That Be

July 31st, 2009

Yo, you hear ‘em sirens
I know you hear ‘em
Don’t get scared
It ain’t five-o (naw)
That’s the funk yo (yeah)
Don’t act like you didn’t know (hun)
It’s just the way it goes (yeah)
When you messin’ with the funk (yeah)
You bumpin’ in the trunk (yeah)
You it’s what you want (yeah)
So just bump, the bump, da-bump
Bump, bump, bump it up

[Chorus:]
Bounce boo, to the boogie beat
You know I
Want you to come boogie with me
We can
Lift, left, slide, right, all night
It’s time to be wild, freestyle

It’s on and poppin’
Ain’t no stoppin’
Us from rockin’
From tonight till ten o’clockin’
In the morning
Got labels knockin’ (sign ‘em now)
Fuck ‘em go call them cops and
Watch ‘em kids walk and start boppin’
Heads to what that DJ droppin’
He play funk punkin’, hip-hoppin’
Breakin’ laws, yeah coaches shockin’
We be pop lockin’ and moshing
I get down and groove to cuts (yeah)
Check mark on all groovin’ butts
Now days cats is scared to dare (that’s right)
This beat plays, whoo
Here’s my chance
Come on girl let’s go out there
Dance on the floor, haaaa……

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance

[Jaime Gomez:]
Fergie’s chillin’
Always illin’
The way I make you sway, ya feelin’
That’s how it is
Get down and jam
If ya’ll don’t understand
Check it

He rock bacons
Street block shakin’
Club life’s great when its house breakin’
Speak the thumpin’
Hold your jumpin’
Disco funkin’ get your booty bumpin’
This beats bangin’
I’m rap talkin’
Sweet beats bangin’
Keep your feet hopping
Dirty dancing
Nasty, naughty
Move that Jessie
Pump it hottie

Cause when I hear music
I just lose it
I wanna do it, with you, you, you, you
And when I hear music
I get in too it
I wanna do it, with you, you
Awwwwwwwwww

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Come on, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Freak to the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)To the beat
(Haaaa)Yeah, freak, freak
(Haaaa)Wanna sound sweet
(Haaaa)Let’s freak, freak
(Haaaa)And groove to the beat
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ya, what they tell ya’ll come here for
If your ain’t out there on that floor
Your ass be that be bringing a-head a brawlin’ more
I’ll give it to your warm
Give it to you hardcore
You’re all contaminated
I’m gonna keep this pure
Just for your, for yours pleasure
Cause I just wanna do is have a ball, y’all
Get on the floor y’all
And freak, freak y’all

[Bridge:]
We can dance, and dance, dance
(Come on baby) Said we can dance, and dance, dance
(One more, whoo, whoo, whoo) I wanna dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, we can dance, and dance, dance
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Guitar solo]

(Haaaaaaaaaaaaa)

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Fly Away

July 31st, 2009

When the world changes, you adjust
So, on this joint right here we about to take flight ya’ll
(Oo ooo)Check it out ya’ll (Oo ooo)check it out ya’ll
Yo Fergie what ya gonna do? (flip it out)

Yeah, what we came to do, show these people how we gonna do (mix it up)
Yeah, its Balck Eye Peas ya’ll
So, check it out (ay)

You’re here, so gone
This dark has got suddenly turned into dawn
I know you’ve already been here too long, too long, too long
Although you won’t see me fall from grace
You step on my solace you walk away
My demise you’ll never know
I’m letting you go

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin’ it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill yourself
(Fly away now,fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don’t need to blow the horn I’ll be tough, hey

You take me from me
With you forever, but darling I see
The world is who you belong to, not me
So I set you free

(Fly away now)
Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin’ it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill yourself

(Fly away now, fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don’t need to blow the horn I’ll be tough, hey

I be fallin’ up never fallin’ down
‘Cause I spread my wings and glide around town

Fly, lover go
Find your nest,find your home
(Uh uh oh,uh uh uh oh)
I miss you so
Spread your wings, let it flow
(Uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)

I be fallin’ up never fallin’ down
‘Cause I keep it on a higher level, elvated ground

Flip it up Flip it up get back on the truck
Got to keep moving keep reppin’ it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go and fill yourself
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now)Yeah, get it gone now (fly away now)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus
Don’t need to blow the horn I’ll be tough, hey

Get back on the truck (yeah)
Got to keep moving keep reppin’ it up
Mix it up Mix it up time for the next stop
You got to go now and fill up yourself
Bout to get gone baby (fly away now) Takin’ flight now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Switch it up Switch it up go hop on that bus (yeah)
Don’t need to blow that horn I’ll be tough
Flip it up Flip it up (takin’ flight now) (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
(Gettin’ gone baby) switch it up switch it up (takin’ flight now)(uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Flip it up (fly away now) switch it up (fly away now)
Takin’ flight baby (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)
Doin’ whats right now (uh uh oh, uh uh uh oh)

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Latin Girls

July 31st, 2009

Mira mira mira mira mira….
Mira mira mira mira mira….
Mira mira mira mira mira….
Mira mira yo quiero

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em’
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em’
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What’s happenin’ girls?
What’s happenin’ girl? What’s happenin?

I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I’m that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I’m that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I’m sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But…
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don’t cost) Cause love don’t cost a thing
So why don’t you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them’

Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em’
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero’
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero’
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em’
Girls, Girls, Latin girls’
Latin girls, Latin girls’
You makin me hot girl!
What’s happnin’ girl? What’s happnin? (oh!)

Que un da
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami

Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect and act humanly
Indulge in animal instincts so we…
We could have conversation or…
Sexual relation or…
We could explore find out more
About things that we done before
Whether it be kinky thoughts
I’m a make your chonies drop
Watch as this shorty rock
I’ll make your trick drop
They call me cum a lot
I like em’

[CHORUS]

Latin girls, Latin girls’
Latin girls, Latin girls’

Que pasa senorita
You a bronze skin mama
Me a mama son I wanna take you to Havana
We could get down every day of the semana
Dance to the music and follow the guitarra

(Clap, Clap, Clap, Come on)

Dame un momento quelo vuelvo como peso
Take you to Phillipines then you don’t have to spend a peso

We got connection like a novel to Aurida
I can relate cause latin girls look Phillipina
Check your history there’s no mystery between us
Destiny made it possible to be us
I know about your culture cause it’s mixed with mine
We go together well just like
Beats and rhymes and
Tequilas and limes and
Celeste with pine and
I’ll say one more time
I like them’

[CHORUS]

Yeah’….
I like em’….
Yo quiero’….
Yo quiero’….
I like em’….

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Sexy

July 31st, 2009

I took your picture,
With one particular reason
And it’s to capture your character,
I like to sit and stare at’cha
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with starin’ at cha
Girl don’t get scared that I envison us getting married
And I ain’t tryin’ to rush nuttin’
Cuz I ain’t rushin
It’ll take a time like,
“whats them things that move slow you know them…
Damn..i can’t think cuz u on my mind…”
And when you are on my mind
I can’t find anything to ryhme with ryhme
I gotta ryhme ryhme with mixture
And speakin of mixture
With u I wanna get mixed up
Im like a record and ur like a record
So lets let the DJ mix us
Ur like an elixir
Thats got me tipsy,
This is just like ripplets
Believe it or not girl but I love you

[chorus]
Girl u really got me goin’
Outta control
I don’t know what I’m doin’
Lets let it go
And do what we do best
Take off our clothes
We look better undressed

[Bridge-repeat 2x]
Lets get sexy
Lets get sexy
Sounds so good
Sounds so good
Fightin’ is rightin’
Fightin’ is rightin’
Lets get sexy
It’s so much more exciting

[Verse 2]
For you I’m a fanatic
I’m an addict
Your sexy antics turn me on like automatic
No need to get dramatic
But I gotta have it
(gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Gimme some of them sexual acrobatics
Pharmachutal girl, anything that suits you girl
Things you ain’t used to girl
Come over here and let me show you just how willy do it
I’m a freak and u knew it
Ur a freak and I knew it
Baby lets get to it

[Chorus]

Its called the S E X X X X
(YES YES YES)

[Verse 3]
You take me to extasy
Witout takin extasty
Its exactly like extasy
When u layin right next to me
I’m sexin’ u
Sexin u
U sexin me
Sexin me
Its feels so damn natural
What we doing so naturally
I’m liking u rubbin’ me
And u liking me rubbin’ u
Da passions emaculate
While u lovin me lovin u
I love me puttin me in you
Make love to you
Just like soliderman play piano
-Play-
(piano plays)

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Smells Like Funk

July 31st, 2009

Yeah, that’s Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that’s Funky (Funky)
Yeah, that’s Funky (Funky)

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody’s Funky as us, Cause we keep it Stinky (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
We keep it Stinky, (Stinky)
Stinky, Stinky, Stinky,

The Funk phenomenon, we Funk you on n’ on
There’s no need to hold your nose,
Cause this pong sing like a rouge

Big booty Funk, Toe jam Funk,
Underarm Funk, like you headlocking a Skunk’
Reaking like diseased athleates feet,
The stench didn’t come till after this beat
Smellin’ like droors no weezin no pause
Put your hand up on the speakers get smelly ass paws
You know we was coming before we enterded the door
Cause you could smell the rhyme when we was walking down the hall
We bring the Funk worse then a wet dog
Stinkin’ like fat ladies shittin’ out hoggs
We drop enough shit and keep them toilets clogged
Keep the people jumpin’ like them Bullfrogs
The first one who smelt it ain’t the one who delt it
Black Eyed Peas keep the scent blind like delta
Funky like onions you fryin’(Sure is Funky) girl you ain’t lyin’

(CHORUS)

Yo’ you Funkin’ with the Funk family
The non fabricated factual faculty’
We formulatin’ up in a factory
Focusin’ on the energid’ of fluid flow free’
We flawless, everything is for free
We florish and we flaunt our flavour freshly, huh’
Can you believe we flip the frequency’s and
Freak emcees they leave all franticaly but’
Our intent is ought to be friendly but’
They fightin’ when we start the freestylin’ frenzy
I conk up ya’ flat till your girlfriend beef

Fillin all anatomy, bringin’ me flatery, huh’
She’ll be digin these rhymes that ease beats
Like celulite lyrics so flappy
We bring the funk to your festivity’s
If you think something stank then it must be the peas!

If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
The Funk Funk (??????) stinky stank itself (?)
If it smells like Funk it must be us
Cause nobody’s Funky as us, cause we keep it Stinky
(Funky, Funky, Funky, Funky)

Celulite overweight stankin’ emcees
Stench smells so strong it’s insanitary
Cause you can sence me a mile away so Chanky
With the jungle Funk sound from Seringety
Meaty, Fat, Nasty like miss Fat booty’s tights
Gettin’ dirty like mudfights and dirtbikes
Turning these droors black th
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Ey used to be white
And we shitin’ on these tracks that you gonna’ need to wipe
The odor’s so contagious that it shows up in your dream
Man you could pick me out like food in between
Your two front teeth cause you be lackin’ the (????)
We got beefy ass beats that we bumpin’ in the streets
We so nice n’ sweet like steak box n’ feet
Sour underarm Funk you ain’t washed in a week
And man we be reak
Bfb
In’ every day or weekend
We could all bounce to the Funk and the season

Yeah that’s Funky’, Yeah that’s Funky’

Every smell is of a porker
Then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n’ Taboo
Cause if you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin’ Fat Funk then it must be us
If you smellin’ something Funky
Then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n’ Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk than it must be us
If you smellin’ elephants than it must be us
If you smellin’ somethin Funky
Then you know it got to be nobody other than Apl, Will n’ Taboo
Cause you know that if it smells like Funk then it must be us
If you smellin’ elephant shit then it must be us [FADE]

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Let’s Get Retarded

July 31st, 2009

Let’s Get Retarded, in here…

And the base keep runnin’ runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And runnin’, and runnin’,
And…

In this context, there’s no disrespect,
So, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect,
From all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow
Your intuition, free your inner soul
And break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it’s pullin without.
You wouldn’t believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it’s burned out.
Turn it till it’s turned out.
Act up from north, west, east, south.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let’s get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don’t move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don’t get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya’ll here a body, two peices to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You’ll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you’re into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling’s irresistible and that’s how we movin’.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let’s get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),

Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Yeah.

Runnin’ runnin’, and runnin’ runnin’,
And runnin’ runnin’, and runnin runnin’
And… Come on ya’ll let’s get…Oohhoo!
Aha, let’s get oohhoo… in here (right now yeah.)
Cookoo, aha, let’s get, cookoo, in here…
Cookoo, aha, let’s get,
Cookoo, in here…ow, ow, ow…
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya…

Let’s get ill, that’s the deal.
At the gate, we’ll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya’ll test this drill,
Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy,
Up inside your club or in your bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya’ll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it,
Let’s get pregnant let’s get hectic.

[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let’s get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s
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Get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded in here.
Let’s get retarded (ha),
Let’s get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.
Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo…
In here… Cookoo,
Aha, cookoo,
In here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)…
Cookoo, aha, let’s get,
Cookoo, in here…
Ow, ow, ow…
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
Ya, ya, ya, ya,
9ae
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya…

Runnin’ runnin’, and runnin’ runnin’,
And runnin’ runnin’, and runnin’ runnin’
(fade)

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Black Eyed Peas, The – Shut Up

July 31st, 2009

Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up [3x]
Shut it up, just shut up

[Chorus]
We try to take it slow
But we’re still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn’t the worst
And I’m craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I’m goin crazy

Girl, me and you were just fine (you know)
We wine and dine
Did them things that couples do when in love (you know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That’s why I flew you out
When we was on tour
But then something got out of hand
You start yellin when I’m with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit)
You know I have to make them evidence (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That’s why you don’t believe my lies
And quit this lecture

[Chorus]

Why does he know she gotta move so fast
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control
Every time you agree on takin it slow
So why does it got to be so damn tough

Cuz fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showin him the love that you be givin
Changing up your livin
For a lovin transistion
Girl lip so much she tryin to get you to listen
Few mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street sayin
“Who the hell?!?”
Who the hell?
What the hell’s going down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and

[Chorus]

Girl our love is dyin
Why can’t you stop tryin
I never been a quitah
But I do deserve betta
Believe me I will do bad
Let’s forget the past
And let’s start this new plan
Why? Cuz it’s the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl I know you’re tired of the things they say
You’re damn right
Cuz I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No it ain’t
That was a different thing
No it ain’t
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you’re usless
Whhoooaaaa

[Chorus]

Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is [repeat]

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Jet – Are You Gonna Be My Girl

July 31st, 2009

So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c’mon and get your kicks
Now you don’t need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey.
Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She’s so sweet
With her get back stare.
Well I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know well,
And god must have said,
Before I let you get away, yea!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine.
Oh, 4,5,6 c’mon and get your kicks
Now you dont need that money
With a face like that, do ya.
Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She’s so sweet
With her get back stare.
Well I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know well,
And god must have said,
Before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Oh yea. Oh yea. C’mon!
I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know well,
And god must have said,
Before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea

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Aventura – Obsesion

July 31st, 2009

Son las cinco de la mañana y yo no he dormido nada
Pensando en tu belleza en loco voy a parar
El insomnio es mi castigo, tu amor será mi alivio
Y hasta que no seas mía no viviré en paz
Bien conocí tu novio pequeño y no buen moso
Y sé que no te quiere, por su forma de hablar
Además tu no lo amas por que el no da la talla
No sabe complacerte como lo haría yo
Pero tendré paciencia por que el no es competencial
Por eso no hay motivos para yo respetar

Noooooo, no es amor lo que tu sientes se llama obsesión
Una ilusión en tu pensamiento
Que te hace hacer cosas
Así funciona el corazón

Bien vestido en mi Lexus pase por tu colegio
Informan que te fuiste, como un loco te fui alcanzar
Te busque y no te encontraba y eso me preocupaba
Para calmar mi ansia yo te quería llamar

Pero no tenia tu numero
Y tu amiga ya me lo negó
Ser bonito mucho me ayudo
Eso me trajo la solución
Yo sé que le gustaba y le di una mirada
Con par de palabritas tu numero me dio
Del celular llamaba y tu no contestabas
Luego te puse un beeper y no había conexión

Mi única esperanza, es que oigas mis palabras
(Ella) No puedo tengo novio

(Él) no me enganches por favor

Noooooo, no es amor
(Él) escúchame por favor
Lo que tu sientes se llama obsesión
Una ilusión
(Él) estoy perdiendo el control
En tu pensamiento
Que te hace hacer cosas
Así funciona el corazón…

Mi amor por Dios no me enganches espérate que hay mas (hablado)

Hice cita pa’ el siquiatra a ver si me ayudaba
Pues ya no tengo amigos por solo hablar de ti
Lo que quiero es hablarte para intentar besarte
Será posible que con obsesión uno pueda morir (cantado rápido)
Quizás pienses que soy tonto, privon y también loco
Pero es que en el amor soy muy original
Enamoro como otros, conquisto a mi modo
Amar es mi talento, te voy a enamorar

Disculpa si te ofendo, pero es que soy honesto
Con lujos de detalles escucha mi versión
Pura crema de chocolate, juntarte y devorarte
Llevarte a otro mundo en tu mente corazón
Ven vive una aventura, hagamos mil locuras
Voy hacerte caricias que no se han inventao

(Repite varias veces para terminar)
No es amor, no es amor
Es una obsesión

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Missy Elliot – Pass That Dutch

July 31st, 2009

[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed
That there’s an unknown virus that’s attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be – heaving breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound – WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover motherfucker!
WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh!
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch

[Verse - 1]
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don’t have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!)
I’m a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y’all slept on
Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run
Hey hey hey, I’m what’s happ’nin
Now to get my drink (that’s right!)
Shake ya ass till it stink (that’s right!)
Mr. Mos’ on the beat (that’s right!)
Put it down for the streets (that’s right!)

[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!)
Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby!
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!)
Don’t stop, get it till ya clothes get wet

[Verse - 2]
Number one – drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump
If you’s a fat one, put your clothes back on
Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I’m large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm’
(Woop woop!) Don’t touch my car alarm
Break in my car you will hear “Viper Armed”
I’ve been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw
I’m live on stage, c’mon and give me some applause {*applause*}
“Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!”

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five – four – three – two – one {*alarm rings*}

[Verse - 3]
Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn’t come to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream – (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse? {*horse neighing*}

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat

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