Browse Month: December 2017

Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit

H.E.R. – My Song

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm

[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

Alabama – Down Home

Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on the state road map
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die

Things move at a slower pace
Nobody’s in a rat race
And these days that’s a special way of life

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round on a checkered board
Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings

Kids drivin’ round the old town square
Cops roll down int he cool night air
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised

Down Home

Down Home

Folks know
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a handshake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home

Down Home
Way down home
Down home
Down Home
Way down home

Allie X – Casanova (feat. Vérité)

[Verse 1]
I’m here dancing on the edge of the night
I’m sleepwalking with a hand full of blue dice
One Hail Mary for the hole in my heart
I’m outside waiting for your love on the boulevard

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Verse 2]
I’m here lying on the bed of your tongue
My heart listens to the sound of your war drum
Steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods
I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a heavenly creature
With a real dark agenda
You can turn a believer
To a damn dirty sinner
Am I having a seizure?
Cause I’m shaking up with fear
But I know, yeah, I know that…

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus]
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Bridge]
No one’s walking the line like you
Blowing smoke in my eyes like you
I got nothing to hide, if I kiss you, might die
No one’s giving me life like you

[Chorus]
You’re no casanova
Got to let you go
Hit me on my blind side
Left me on the floor
Now I can see the bright light
Body getting cold
There’s something ’bout your touch that
I can’t leave alone

[Post-Chorus – Extended]
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova (casanova, ooh)
Now you’re all I’m thinking of
(You’re no casanova)
Casanova fucked me over
Left me dying for your love
Casanova, casanova
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

[Outro]
Casanova fucked me over
Now you’re all I’m thinking of

Old Dominion – Written In The Sand

[Verse 1]
Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won’t say the words that i want but you flirt when you’re drinkin’
I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
I’m asking you baby ’cause i’m tired of asking myself

[Chorus]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it is or what it isn’t
Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand

[Outro]
Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand

Cash Cash & Dashboard Confessional – Belong

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides for
We can head for the shore
Or some place we’ve never been before
Just climb in and close the door
We’ve got nothing to answer for

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 2]
Reach out and take my hand
We got the radio pumping jams
We don’t got no map and we don’t got plans
We don’t gotta follow anyone’s demands
Feel the wind blowing in your hair
The sun on your face and a song in the air
We can go as fast as we ever dare
Until we see tomorrow in the rearview mirror

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

[Verse 1]
Get in the car, I’ll drive
We got no place to be on time
So let’s just enjoy the ride
We can go wherever the road decides

[Chorus]
‘Cause you, you belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And I belong with you
You belong with me
And yeah, I belong with you

[Bridge]
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you
Where you go, I’ll go
‘Cause I belong with you

[Chorus]
I belong with, I belong with you
You, you
You, you
With you, you
I belong with, I belong with you

Future – Hate In Your Soul

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

Louis The Child – Last To Leave (feat. Caroline Ailin) (Lyric Video)

You took it off the table then I put it back again
I’m really good at starting but I don’t know when it has to end
You’re leaving in reality I’m staying in pretend

Here I am
Here I am
Holding On
Here I am
Here I am
And you’re gone

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last to leave

I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice

You told me that you needed space
I don’t know what you meant
You said that all we did is fight, that’s not how I remember it
Jumping in together whether it was sink or swim
But here I am
Here I am
All alone
Here I am
Here I am
And you’re gone

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last leave

I’m the last to leave the party
Don’t know when it’s time to go
When it’s clear to everybody
I’m always the last to know
I heard what you said
But I’m not ready yet
Dancing on my own
Like I don’t notice that you left
And when all the lights come on
It’s just me
Cuz I’m the last leave

I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice
I don’t even notice, I don’t even notice

SahBabii – Marsupial Superstars (feat. T3)

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty, yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

[Verse 1: T3]
Diamonds straight out of the freezer
I got more sauce than a pizza
(You ain’t gotta be shy girl)
Swag make a bitch toot it up
Making dumb bread cause I’m shitting on em
Getting dumb head, stupid on em
Yellow diamond like who pissed on me
Couple hittas with them dicks on them
She too wet wet, let me fish on it
Break the bed legs, now we on the floor
Put my cinnamon in her apple jacks
I’m vegan throw that apple back
Almost gave me a asthma attack
Baby let me freak you up down, up down, turn around
Baby let me turn you upside, upside down

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

[Verse 2: SahBabii]
Baby girl say she too pretty, red hair bitch Wendy’s
I need a Brenda and Cindy, I ain’t talking scary movie
I might just bust it no Pinky, titanic diamonds bitch I’m sinking
Things ain’t what it seems, I’m twinkling yeah
Real Mr. Clean yeah
She’s a vegetarian and she still ate my meat
But you can’t get cunnilingus

[Hook: SahBabii]
We some marsupial, superstars
I want the top, who you fooling yah
I want a bitch with big booty yah
Ayayayaya ooohwuuu
Bitch screaming like a Indian
I wanna fuck a amphibian
I keep a K like Sicilian
You can’t suck dick, you too pretty huh

Tekno – Only One

(Legendary Beatz)

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie
My love, my love, my love, my love
You are my love, my love, my love, my love

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
My baby girl you give me love
The one that I never seen before

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
Say baby girl you give me more
My love that I never seen before

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara…

Joyce Wrice – Good Morning (On A Colors Show) (Live)

Is it seven o’clock?
You got me looking at my watch every minute
Because I’m waiting on you (waiting on you)
I said I’m waiting on you, you (waiting on you)
Make a move
I’m waiting on you, you yeah yeah

Seven o’clock in the morning
All I want you to do
Is get up on top of me, me
Because I’m all up on you
All up on you (all up on you)

I ‘ve been thinking a lot, yeah
I’ve been thinking about one thing mostly, yeah, yeah
Want you to come on over even if I’m asleep
Wake me up in my dreams
I’ll be waiting when you find me
It must be when I’m dreaming
Then you come behind me, remind me
Why I need you

All up on it
Early in the morning
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it
All up on it
Early in the morning
You deserve a man who will do it how you want it

I want you now
I need you now (need you now)
Please if you feel me throw your hands…

Is it seven o’clock?
Is it seven o’clock?
Said I want you now
I need you now
I want you now
I need you now
I want
I need

Seven o’clock in the morning
All I want you to do
Is get up on top of me, me
Because I’m all up on you
All up on you (all up on you)
All up on you

Pusho – Guerra

[Intro]
Hoy salgo pa’ la calle sin miedo a morir
Porque de donde vengo pa’ morir nacimos
Si ustedes quieren guerra bajen pa’ ‘onde mí
Que rompieron la palabra y se lo advertimos

Ninguno ‘e ustedes jala, to’ el mundo los conoce
Ahora no quieran aperentar
Ya la cosa está mala, no digan que no hay roze
Nosotros no estamos pa’ arreglar

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se…

[Verso 1]
Me canse de las porquerías, hoy salgo de casería
Y voy pa’ dentro a tumbarte los postes como María
Pa’ que llames a FEMA, entre la lluvia extrema
Y si los pillo en la yola se muere hasta el que rema

Estoy puesto pa’ abusar, no se vayan a acusar
La Casa Blanca, nadie la tuvo que impulsar
En la botella tengo cien relojes sin usar
No salgo del banco, vo’a hacer un cuarto en la sucursal

En la cocina está el chef, cuando reparta la res
Y la pruebe, le voy a quitar los kioskos a tu jefe
Y hacer ticket pa’ botarlo como Almighty a Custom
Y traerme a Chris Paul pa’ Houston (Pusho!)

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

[Verso 2]
Estoy en la 66, ya voy a ciento treinta
Los guardias no se dan cuenta, cuando pongo sport el Q50
Es mejor que entreguen la patenta
O me meto a tu besinda, como señor barriga a cobrarte la renta

Me quieren dar y se los susurro, pero siempre me les escurro
Y a nombre de ustedes prendo un turro
Ellos dicen que son títeres y nunca han vendi’o un churro
Yo brinque de los caballos pa’ los burros

Y ahora tengo una franquisia que a diario
Me deja pa’ que mis bisnietos toda la vida sean millonarios
Me la paso bebiendo to’ los días del calendario
Porque siempre ando con Luigi como Mario (waja!)

[Coro]
Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

Se van corriendo cuando gritan "guerra"
‘Tan cagau, se esconden debajo ‘e la tierra
Hoy vamos pa’ dentro con diez en la esterra
Y se les queda la corta en la Ferra cuando se caen

[Outro]
Woo! Woo!
Pusho!
El MVP
Ah!
Chorro ‘e caga’o
Esto es Casa Blanca Records
Ye!
Kronix Magical
OreooBeatzzz
Yefron
Saca la caja ‘e crayola
CPW
El Callejon
Ah!
Volvio el MVP
Prrr
Wooh!

Anthony Gonzalez & Gael García Bernal – Un Poco Loco (From “Coco”)

[MIGUEL]
Ahhhhhh-ahhoo ayy!
What color’s the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
You tell me that it’s red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor
You say, "put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor

You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco
The way you keep me guessing, I’m nodding and i’m yesing
I’ll count it as a blessing
That I’m only un poco loco

[HECTOR]
The loco that you make me
It is just un poco crazy
The sense that you’re not making

[MIGUEL]
The liberties you’re taking

[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Leaves my cabeza shaking
You’re just un poco loco

[ENSEMBLE]
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking
He’s just un poco crazy
Leaves my cabeza shaking

[HECTOR & MIGUEL]
Un poquititititititititi-titititito loco!

El Alfa & El Jefe – Suave

Estoy convencido, de que tu eres
lo mejor que me ha pasado
tu lo sabes, que tu cul* es grande
yo te amo cuando tu lo mueves suave

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Suave…
Suave…
Bailame en el tubo
bailame en el tubo

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras bailame en el tubo
en el estreet club, tiro pesos por un tubo
yo me pongo loco cuando tu me mueves el culo
mi nombre es nicolas y ella grita "más duro"

Esto se fue mundial, a mi hay que bailame
todos los días, tu no me puedes pichar
yo se que te va agustar, tu te pones de espaldas
que tu papi se quiere vaciar (x2)

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…
Ella me dice que le gustan los plátanos, maduros…

170 libras con cuarto y sin barriga
yo tengo más casas propias que el señor barriga
tu me gustas demasiado toma esa jeepeta
pórtate bien que te voy a pagar las tet**

Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…
Yo te doy lo que tu quieras, bailame en el tubo, suave…

Suave…
suave…

Yo me he montado más en aviones
que en motores para el café
Acere que bola
Vamos para Miami
El AlfA
Chael