Drinks In The Air – Ray J Ft. Kid Ink 0
[chorus - ray j & kid ink:]
free drinks in the air, air
if you’re getting that money
party like you really don’t care yeah
hands up hands up hands up hands up
Categoria Hip Hop
Muerte Instantánea – John Jay 1
Regreso la M.A.S, la maxima autoridad suprema
John Jay el SUpremo lirico asesino
My Nigga Dj D, Sinfonico!
[*Coro]
Vuelve el que causa dolor, sufrimiento, insomnio
Al tu mirarme te asuste parece que ves un demonio
Yo te quito la vida, como un suicida
No hay salida cuando te pilla este homicida
Te me pego al carro pa’ que no te desvies
Fuletazo a tu frente y le distes a la bocina el guille
Vas a sentir como el fuego de las balas te enfrien
Vete antes de que venga el …
Arranco porque no quiero corte ni justicia
Llego en casa y me siento pa’ verte en las noticias
Esta un corillo detras de la cinta amarilla
Que comenta como a ti te vaciaron la penilla
Voy a tu casa de noche a meterte vestido e’ ninja
Te cojo de sorpresa dormio’ y te doy caniña
Caliente! a ti y a tu gente
Hago las cosas bien, yo no le tiro al inocente
[*Coro]
Si estas con tu familia te seteo y no me muevo
Y al verte solo te detono y la muerte te llevo
Tu masa ensefalica en el piso pa’ dar asco
Te lo doy en el casco pa’ que vomiten churrasco
Si no te pongo de rodilla y te agarro por cabello
Y a lo Alqaeda con cuchillo te pico el cuello
Ponte pa’ mi o te reviendo la tapa y los sesos
Luego tu cuerpo va a pasar por un proceso
La autopsia, la funeraria, el entierro y to’ eso
Y pa’ finalizar contigo vienen los rezos
Vas a morir aunque al diablo le pidas ayuda
Y se queda tu hijo huerfano y tu esposa viuda
Yo! Sujeto no te pongas bicoreto
Te la cojes y sin pensarlo te meto
Yileate, evitate el mal rato
Que tengo la sangre fria en el ______
[*Coro]
Sinfo, oye
Los enemigos al vernos dar caliente como infierno
Dicen “Oh! ahora quien podra defendernos?”
Soy intocable, imparable
Rompiendo toa’s las leyes sigo intachable
Y no hay quien te defienda, caracoles, ni collares
Esta jodedera es _________
Esto es profundo como el mar meditarraneo
Hondo que toca fondo a lo subterraneo
Vienes potron y mi 40 te educa
Te lee la territoria y tu alma caduca
Y yo me acuesto a dormir sin cargo e’ conciencia
Sin sentimiento, sin remordimiento, en calma y paciencia
La M.A.S es una mafia temible
Cuando alguien se cae eres terrible, horrible
Y tu mai al verme en los videos me mira fijo
Y dice “Ese fue el cabron que mato a mi hijo”
Oye! esta es la M.A.S te dije
Ñengo Flow, el Rey del Malianteo
We take ova’! Tu masa ensefalica en el piso pa’ dar asco
Tu masa ensefalica en el piso pa’ dar asco
Te cojo de sorpresa dormio’ y te doy caniña
Caliente! a ti y a tu gente
A ti y a tu gente, Yileate evitate el mal rato
Sin sentimiento, ni remordimiento en calma y paciencia
Cuando alguien se cae eres terrible, horrible
Regreso la M.A.S, la maxima autoridad suprema
John Jay el SUpremo lirico asesino
My Nigga Dj D, Sinfonico!
[*Coro]
Pass At Me – Timbaland Ft. Pitbull & David Guetta 0
Hit the dance floor and pick it up
Baby, put it down and pick it up
[Verse 1 - Pitbull]
We listen to cover girls
And now I mess with cover girls of magazines
You can catch me on the cover, girl
I created my own planet, I hover the Earth
And cover the world. I spit so thick ?
I see you tryna claim her now I play with her pearls
?
But I made her my girl
Now she does what I say, does what I please
? she lives on her knees
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Each with a buck and a quarter
Jill came back with $2.50.. a working girl
Now work it, girl! Like..
I love when I see your pretty ass on the floor
I love when I see you break it down like you in control
I gotta jump through my ?
And I cover my ? til I ran out of breath
I got girls on my right, I got girls on my left
The one in the middle and I’m feeling on her breasts
Hit the dance floor and pick it up
Baby, put it down and pick it up
[Verse 1 - Pitbull]
We listen to cover girls
Dishes – K. Briscoe Ft. Busta Rhymes 0
[K. Briscoe:]
Looking glamorous
Busta Rhymes!
K Briscoe, come on!
I put that thing on me baby, hey, oh, yeah!
I feel so much in the G, hey, oh, yeah
I’ve been thinking all types of crazy things, hey, oh, yeah
I want to give you I love me baby, hey, oh, yeah!
See, I’ve been around the block, seen a whole lot of,
But I’ve never met nobody like you!
You’re energizer to the finish, got me all up in your kitchen,
The way you’re saying, what you wanna make me do?
Chorus:
Get up, I’m to roof, what can I do for you?
You make me wanna do your dishes, dishes! Yeah!
Get up, I’m to roof, what can I do for you?
So do you make me wanna do your dishes, dishes, dishes!
Relax I’m in the kitchen and I’ll be, and I’ll be
And I’ll be, and I’ll be, dishes and I’ll be!
And I’ll be, and I’ll be, dishes and I’ll be!
What do you need? I am to please, baby! Oh yeah!
I’m feeling so domestically, yeah, oh, yeah!
How did you get this hold on me, yeah, oh, yeah!
I’m in love with you fanatically, yeah, oh, yeah!
See, I’ve been around the block, seen a whole lot of,
But I’ve never met nobody like you!
You’re.. to the finish, got me all up in your kitchen,
The way you’re saying, what you wanna make me do?
Chorus:
Get up, I’m to roof, what can I do for you?
You make me wanna do your dishes, dishes! Yeah!
Get up, I’m to roof, what can I do for you?
So do you make me wanna do your dishes, dishes, dishes!
And I’ll be in the kitchen and I’ll be, and I’ll be
And I’ll be, and I’ll be, dishes and I’ll be!
And I’ll be, and I’ll be, dishes and I’ll be!
[Busta Rhymes:]
Baby girl, I’ve got that love so special,
When I finish I might have your body twisted like a pretzel,
Got you leaking so much moisture, sweet oh cappuccino mocca,
Let me taste it while you volunteer to open up your choc cho
Then I wanna kiss… just a little bit,
Then I lick just a little more,
I let my Shawty shiver when I … a little…
..then I go and get all upon it!
Seen now you’re sexy, till we sleep and we wake up just to do it all again,
Cause mommy maybe took your chance in the way
Her body language is bespeaking…
And now she’s moving in the washing
And she’s drying, and she’s cleaning, and she cooking,
And she do it all the dishes like she mean it, yeah!
[K. Briscoe:]
Take it, take it easy baby, since you worked on me,
Catch me in your kitchen dishes I’m…
Let me be your misses, .. and I’ll be in the kitchen baby!
Washing on, washing dishes!
Washing on, washing dishes!
Washing on, washing dishes!
Washing on, washing dishes!
[K. Briscoe:]
Looking glamorous
Busta Rhymes!
K Briscoe, come on!
I put that thing on me baby, hey, oh, yeah!
I feel so much in the G, hey, oh, yeah
Sexy And I Know It – LMFAO 2
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pay to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control,
It’s real fool with the big F o
They like bruce lee rock at the club
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it
I’m sexy and I know it (x2)
When I’m at the moss, purity just can’t fight them up
When I’m at the beach, I’m in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
This is how I roll, come on ladies it’s time to go
We hit it to the bar, baby don’t be nervous
No shows, no shirt, and I still get serviced
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it
I’m sexy and I know it (x2)
I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT…
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
Girl look at that body (x3)
I work out
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pay to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control,
It’s real fool with the big F o
They like bruce lee rock at the club
Cant Get Enough – J Cole Ft. Trey Songz 1
(Ahhh) Cole World
(Ahhh) Southside
Can’t get enough, can’t get enough
(Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
Ride out
Now I ain’t got no kids yet, but this right here’s for practice
I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that’s how good yo’ ass is
Make an old man get his glasses, make Wesley pay his taxes
Then follow yo’ moves all week on Twitter, prolly make a gay nigga reconsider
You now rockin’ with the best, mayne, dress game down to the sex game
Won’t brag, but the boy been blessed, mayne, let you play with the stick, Ovechkayne
She calling, she texting, she’s falling, but lemme explain
Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, ’cause a nigga don’t play them ex games
No! Straight sexing, no handcuff or arresting
And I ain’t comin’ offa my last name, ’cause I really can’t take no stressing
‘Bout where I done been, who I done hit, your homegirl sayin’, “He a bad boy”
But I’m signed to the Roc, no time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids
Trey Songz
She said “I heard you got a main chick
A mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good
And everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn me
They tried to let me know
But what you got, I need a lot
So I can’t let you go”
J. Cole
She said
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I can’t get enough of what you got
Good God, you hit the spot
Tried to let go but I just could not
So don’t you stop, I need that”
Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter, either way, out in London town
Hoes holla ’cause they love my sound, and I got love for the underground
Kweli, Pimp C, H-town where Bun get down
Met a bad bitch that’ll cut all night, that’ll suck all night, you just cut off lights
Almost missed my flight, tryna give my last girl a nut, all right?
She be down for whatever, whenever I wanna get up in the guts, all right?
Never fuss or fight, on the grind tryna find this lettuce
I love it when you give me head, I hate it when you give me headaches
She said “I heard you got a main chick
A mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good
And everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn
They tried to let me know
But what you got, I need a lot
So I can’t let you go”
She said
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I can’t get enough of what you got
Good God, you hit the spot
Tried to let go but I just could not
So don’t you stop, I need that”
Hey, Cole World, baby, ain’t nothin’ sunny
I see ‘em hatin’, but it ain’t nuttin’ to me
I’m from the Ville, where they bang for the money
And carry fo’-fives like change for a twenty
So what I look like scurred?
Them niggas over there look like nerds
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track
I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr
That’s the hook, right there
There’s the hook, right there
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track
I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr
She said “I heard you got a main chick
A mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good
And everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn
They tried to let me know
But what you got, I need a lot
So I can’t let you go”
She said
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I can’t get enough of what you got
Good God, you hit the spot
Tried to let go but I just could not
So don’t you stop, I need that”
(Ahhh) Cole World
(Ahhh) Southside
Can’t get enough, can’t get enough
(Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
Ride out
El Son Del Tigueron – Toxic Crow 0
Uno,Dos,Tres, probando
sal,salgo pa’ afuera & cojo el mando
por la calle voy trotiando & maquinando
pa’ dale por el melon a lo que son del otro bando
No cojo de eso
mi cañon es mitad hueso
con la capsula explosiva
que te revienta los seso
& la manilla pa’ lo juece sobornao
por si acaso caigo preso
asi que pausa
que tengo el valor de un arabe
mato gente hasta por causa
Este es el son del tigueron
que viven por un pitolon
lo que forzan palomo son
yo me crie en un callejon
asi que ponte a cabezia
que toxic crow trajo el sazon
Este es el son del tigueron
que viven por un pitolon
lo que forzan palomo son
yo me crie en un callejon
asi que ponte a cabezia
que toxic crow trajo el sazon
Yo no amago, yo aseguro
sofoco lo que son puro
por eso yo no doi lu’
& a to el mundo lo dejo oscuro
yo trabajo pal futuro
& no quiera tu sabe
lo que en un año facturo
No lo hacen como yo
nunca usted a tenio de to
nunca a ratrillao una glo’
hicieron cosas sin sentido
no aprovecharon el tiempo
thebarriord net
y pasaron al olvido
no llegaron a vivir
la vida que yo e vivido
soy de un mundo como matrix
donde soy el elegido
un ecosistema guero
donde solo habitan cuero
tiguerone carcelero
que matan por el dinero
Asi que cojalo alpaso
pa’ que no se buque un caso
& el FBI te ponga un grillete en cada brazo
& la moña que te buque te la quiten de un manaso
picañuelo
Este es el son del tigueron
que viven por un pitolon
lo que forzan palomo son
yo me crie en un callejon
asi que ponte a cabezia
que toxic crow trajo el sazon
Este es el son del tigueron
que viven por un pitolon
lo que forzan palomo son
yo me crie en un callejon
asi que ponte a cabezia
que toxic crow trajo el sazon
Ante usaba ropa ancha
improvisaba en una cancha
tu te acuerda cuando te pegue la plancha
en la calle soy ma viejo que quijote de la mancha
Me quite de lo problema
& ahora toy viajando en lancha
tese manso mente falsa
yo soy un tigueron
que de pequeño baila salsa
& lo cuarto en la avenida
yo lo conseguia por balsa
ven a ve hechate conmigo
ve & baja con tu compalsa
que te voy a da chiplaoplao
& eplotao como una galza
Picañuelo,
que se fueron en un vuelo
se cruzan en el negocio
& mordieron el ansuelo
& por su mala cabeza
hoy en dia tan en el suelo
Uno,Dos,Tres, probando
sal,salgo pa’ afuera & cojo el mando
por la calle voy trotiando & maquinando
pa’ dale por el melon a lo que son del otro bando
