Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don't cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I'm not concerned with all the politics
It's a lot of men, I know I could find another one
What I know is that I'm always happy when I walk out the store, store
I'm guessing Supercalifragi-**y, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before
And, ballin's something that I'm fed up with
I'mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
'Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames
I'm guessing Supercalifragi-**y, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things
Men, they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings
I'm into a lot of bling, Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can't really handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can't go all the way, I know you might hate it but
I'm a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
Up In Smoke (Cuban Link)
Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records,
Check this shit out,
Cuban Link.. wha..
Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te queto
I rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for shelta
Theres no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr. Belvadere
I twist an L, sip a beer here and there
Drink some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie down
Used to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies now
So clown if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, it's your bid
A bullet through your skull from my full clip
I pull triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin moola
Like Don Shula, nothin's coola
Than puffin on a phat blunt from Cu-ba
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
The more I smoke,
The smaller my phillie get
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
Wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!
Start the buddah session,
True confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be where the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
Even in a suit n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,
Niggas that like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo Manolo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
While I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this **in blunt's got me buggin,
I be thuggin it out, like Noreaga playin,
You aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
Puttin venom in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'em
Hem'em up like a party dress
Terror Squad is as hard as it gets
Rippin your heart out your chest
Spark the cess, chickenheads stressin the **
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a little Tony's Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a highway wit this big **a
Gettin high like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the cops come show the prescription from the docta
I puff cause I got ta'
This stuff from the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the pasta
John Blazin, keep the tree's blazin
You think a lil weed gonna ** with my cordination??
Wha wha..
Haha.. yeah..
Blunted for life.. Blunt Records,
Triple Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban Link'in it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. real niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. this how we do.
Magnetic (Foxy Brown)
[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)
[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine
[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}
[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man
[Chorus] - repeat until fade
Shake Ya Tail Feather (Nelly)
we do it for fun, we just do it for fun
dirty EAT, we do it for fun
Bad Boy (nelly, diddy, murphy lee)
we do it for fun (this is history baby)
bend then trucks, we do it for fun
stack them bucks, we do it for fun
and the band played on (yea)
just like (i believe u cool 2 this)
we do it for fun
if u see me ma, we do it for fun
(p diddy)
bad boys 2- the soundtrack...lets go
(nelly)
hey girl
what your name is
where u from
turn around
who u came with
is that ur**or ur momma half raindeer
i cant explain it but damn sure glad u came here
i'm still a sucker for cornrolls, u know i never changed that
ur body is banging mama, but where ur brains at
i'm still the same cat when i was young i was running with bad boys
but now i'm older i hope they saw im running with bad boys
here come another man
unlike no other man
candy coated woah
switching in every lane
yall help me- why dont ya please help me
a thug is we then its ony two G
i like the cocky bow legged ones
like white and dominicans
hispanics and asians
shake it for nelly son
manolos ma-no-no's i cant tell
everybody and their hoochies
when u do it u do it well
(braves tomahawk chop done in background of chorus)
(nelly)
let me see u take it off
(p diddy)
girl go and take it off
(nelly) we can even do it slow)
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
girl, go and take it low
(nelly)
we can even do it slow
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
(p diddy)
now real girls get down on the floor
get that money honey act like u know
mama i like how u dance
the way u fit in them pants
enter the floor (uh) take it low (uh) girl do it agen
u kno i love that
now where them girls at
its diddy, murphy lee and nelly how u love that (shit uh ohhh)
come on we got another one player
from new york to the dirty how they loving it player
baby u impressive lets get
to know each other
u the best of the best and
u got to luv it in the dress, ur the **yest
i had to tell her she's a young janet jackson
live in living color
look here moma, ur dead wrong
for havin them pants on
capri's cut low so when u shake it i see ur thong
my pockets full of dough shake ur tail feather till the morning
its bad boy and nelly man somebody better warn them
(braves tomahawk chop done in background of chorus)
(nelly)
let me see u take it off
(p diddy)
girl go and take it off
(nelly) we can even do it slow)
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
girl, go and take it low
(nelly)
we can even do it slow
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
(nelly)
oh no, i hear them bad boys coming
cant stop now, gotta continue my runnin
cuz we go party till them lights come on
an then my song start thumpin because my mic still on
(murphy lee)
Yo, I'm the big booty type
I like them thick with their mind right (Awe)
Banging personality conversate when the time right (Naw)
I'm not hard I've got women to handle that
They be like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat
Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron
Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns
My gohans don't match that
But it matches her head wrap and the seats that I got in the lap
I'm just a juvenile (Wha)
Because I be about G's
Keep your women wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Tucker like the cash and the money (I'm going to eat my money)
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking
(braves tomahawk chop done in background of chorus)
(nelly)
let me see u take it off
(p diddy)
girl go and take it off
(nelly) we can even do it slow)
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
girl, go and take it low
(nelly)
we can even do it slow
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
(nelly)
oh no, i hear them bad boys coming
cant stop now, gotta continue my runnin
cuz we go party till them lights come on
an then my song start thumpin because my mic still on
(braves tomahawk chop done in background of chorus)
(nelly)
let me see u take it off
(p diddy)
girl go and take it off
(nelly) we can even do it slow)
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
girl, go and take it low
(nelly)
we can even do it slow
(p diddy)
we can even do it slow
(nelly)
take it where u wanna go
(p diddy)
take it where u wanna go
(nelly)
just take that**to the floor
(p diddy)
pop somethin, move somethin
shake ya tail feather
Fragua De Los Cuatro Vientos (Manolo Garcia)
Fragua de los cuatro vientos, donde los celos forjabas, para avivar mis desvelos: ascuas, tizones, brasas.
Que por ti pené tanto que en la pena perdido, por el miedo a perderte perdi lo conseguido.
Ya no quiero tenerte que no se tiene nada,
ni el reflejo en el agua, ni el reflejo en el agua de la malcarada.
Fragua del herrero viejo, el del mandil de buen cuero,
donde remachan los hombres sus penas al vivo fuego.
Fragua de las cuatro botas, de los cuatro caballeros,
donde remiendan los hombres la herida de los adentros.
Que por ti pené tanto que en la pena perdido, por el miedo a perderte perdi lo conseguido.
Que no me haras otra ni ningun desplante, donde quieras irte alla Dios te ampare.
Ya no quiero tenerte que no se tiene nada. Ni el reflejo en el agua. Ni el reflejo en el agua de la malcarada.
Y ahora cantame gitana, carita de limo fresco, por si en tu risa encontrara consuelo o lindo arabesco.
Para Que No Se Duerman Mis Sentidos (Manolo Garcia)
Háblame en la hora calma de la media noche
Háblame para que no se duerman mis sentidos, háblame
De lejanas tierras donde el único dios sea el sol
Donde se vive al rumor de las hojas del sicómoro mecidas de brisa y calor.
Cuéntame fracasos, vida, rumbos de pintores locos
Háblame de la calima de las noches
Cuando tu amante de amantes huyó
De Cartago a las puertas de Roma, de la Sevilla mora
De claveles de revolución
De las vueltas que da la tuerca,
De los amores que son prisión.
Va y viene mi alma de esponja
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú me cuentas cosas
Barquera, monte, montera
Viene y va mi alma viajera
Linda zagala, si me quisieras
Va y viene linda barquera
Si tú me miras de esa manera
Háblame en la hora calma de la media noche
Háblame para que no se duerman mis sentidos, háblame
De Cádiz fenicia, de la Córdoba que abrigaba su mezquita,
De Chagall o de los poetas andaluces del destierro
De porqué claveles para una revolución
De las vueltas que da la tuerca,
De los amores que son prisión.
Va y viene mi alma de esponja
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú me cuentas cosas
Va y viene mi alma guerrera
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú endulzas la espera
Barquera, monte, montera
Viene y va mi alma viajera
Linda zagala, si me quisieras
Va y viene linda barquera
Si me sonríes de esa manera
Barquera, monte, montera
Barquera, monte, montera
It's So Hard (Big Punisher Featuring Donnell Jones)
[Big Punisher]
You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty
Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy
Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy
Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue
While my peoples is poppin bottles up in ??Sue's rendevous??
** that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap
It's back to the s** - came back and now, "What's that?"
Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage
Perr Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers
Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala
in the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled
Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you
Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun
You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him
I'ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo
One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it's hard
Chorus 1 + 2 overlap
Chorus 1: Donnell Jones
And it's so haaaaaard, yeah
Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns
and it's so haaaaaard..
Niggaz wanna ** my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
but it's so haaaaaard..
Chorus 2: Big Punisher
It's hard work baby
I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin to live
I ain't goin nowhere I'm stayin alive baby..
That's my wife, I paid for them titties
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
Niggaz wanna ** my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
but it's so haaaaaard..
[Big Punisher]
Rollin with the Squad, we like Gods
Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars
Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy
Next year, bringin home three for the family
Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi
Poppin shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase
** that, Liberace
Fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me!
Never that, SKEE-YU! Where my niggaz at?
Uptown! Uptown! You know you feelin that
"Cash Rule," hardcore you can dance to
That old Biggie give me, "Onnne More Chaaaaance.."
Take a glance and I'm off with yours
with both hands take off my drawers
and jerk me like the Source Awards
I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive
Terror Squad nigga stop sleepin, ooh yeah
[Big Punisher] - overlaps chorus
What you say your name was again?
And I know you from where? Elementary school?
.. I don't know you maaaaan!
Money, not you again
Go THAT way!
Loser!
Chorus 3: Donell Jones (starts where Pun says "I don't know you")
Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns
and it's so haaaaaard..
Niggaz wanna ** my wife, niggaz wanna take my life
but it's so haaaaaard..
Yeah, cause you ain't **in my wife, takin my life
And if you just hatin just walk on by...
All you haters just walk on by
Last Real Nigga Alive (Nas)
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus 2X]
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
[Nas]
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga shit
Real niggas listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules
So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island
And Lord held me down and
My surroundings started changing
I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
Niggas started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
Snoop and Dre had a new thang
So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc
Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts
He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox, only niggas in New York with number
one charts
BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it on the Purple tape
Bad Boy biting Nas album cover way(?)
BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang
And Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing
But I borrowed from both them niggas
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggas'
Had much Versace swagger
BIG admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
Today don't know nothing, about this bullshit
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit
[Chorus 2x]
[Nas]
Rap became a version of Malcom and Martin
Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on
There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
There's some missing pieces I had to leave out
I had lot trust for Steve Stoute
At some point till I got to know him
We old friends, but what's loyal?
Puff soaked Interscope offices
With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama is on me
Cause previously it would have been, against whoever
Friends forever
However, I learn, with some niggas it's all business
But I'm a street dude with morals
To diss niggas with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot
A quiet man who used to be alone planning
Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
She hit the streets, later on she hittin the sheets
With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow
Tauht her street shit that I know
Her weakness was shine yo
But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
Now I get my paper longer
Illmatic I was boss
It Was Written I flossed
One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores
In the Firm I learned I am Nastradamus
QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems
I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama
She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her
We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
I told her not till I see her health get more strong
In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
Assasinate my character, degrade my hood
Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood
What you want, see, I already had
The Gift and The Curse? ** that shit, the first shall be last
I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper
G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after
I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo
It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo [for dolo echoes]
[Outro]
Uh, Uh, Uh
[Chorus 2X]
Bring It On (Jay-Z)
[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these mother**ers
**in talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother**er
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown Roc A Fella click nigga
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
** a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so ** college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get **ed with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Chorus: Fat Joe
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
(repeat 4X)
[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the **...
("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe)
[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum ** for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the ** you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
** with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Chorus
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
(repeat 5X)
Me Se Kae El Moco (Manolo Kabezabolo)
Soy un chico muy sensible
me es muy facil llorar
soy un chico muy sensible
a veces lloro por na--da
Tengo un grave problema
que tengo que solucionar
me trae de cabeza
no se donde ire a parar
Y es que cuando lloro se me cae (x3)
el moco
Cuando voy de boda,
de bautizo o comunion
no puedo evitarlo
enseguida lloro de emocion
No tardan dos segundos
mis lagrimas en saltar
y al mismo tiempo
tiempo mi nariz a gotear
Y es que cuando lloro se me cae (x3)
el moco
Ya me hecho la bronca papa
y tambien el abuelo
me ha dicho mi mama
que no ganamos pa' pañuelos
Tengo un grave problema
que tengo que solucionar
me trae de cabeza
no se donde ire a parar
Y es que cuando lloro se me cae (x3)
el moco
Tengo un grave problema
que tengo que solucionar
me trae de cabeza
no se donde ire a parar
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