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Escuchar Ah...Puchis - Hugo Leonel Vaccaro


Letras

Symphony (EPMD)




featuring M.O.P.

[Parrish Smith]
Huh Erick Sermon EPMD check it M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down hold me down *echoes*...

[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
[E Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
[PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the ** you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for **in around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools

[M.O.P] Next up!
[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Erick Sermon]
Yo P!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
YO! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface
Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style

[M.O.P. & ES] NEXT UP!
[Billy Danze] Yo I believe that's me
[ErickSermon] Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Billy Danze]
Say hello to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's (E)(MO-PMD) blastin shit
Put in work in this cold game
Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name
Told ya, line em up its Soul Train
(B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) And I give em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it
Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
I'm donatin a casket
We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
(Tell em what you sayin) Get the bozac
Before I tear your maggot**flat (BOOM BOOM) They're back

[M.O.P.] NEXT UP!
[L Fame] Yo I believe that's me
[BDanze] (Fame!) Get on the mic for the Symphony

[Lil' Fame]
For gettin the real, straight from B'Ville
Mother**ers don't like Fame cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I kill
Mother** (who know) jump out a HUGO
Open up your back with a mac, UNO UNO
Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin killed now with the same shit
I ain't no mother**in role model, kids don't follow
Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
Or THE FIRST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters
BLAH *echoes*

Firm Biz (The Firm)




[Featuring Dawn Robinson]
Verse One: AZ the Visualiza
The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred ** the weedhouse
Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence
Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence
Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright
Vince on ice ** chicks all types
General status smootheness mixed with malice
Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace
Who want what from more moneys I want a cut
Extortin start from the corner step on us up
Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam
It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene
I send a team to smash out your whole plans
No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands
From state bids to large cats who lace cribs
It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is
Chorus: Dawn Robinson
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz!
Verse Two: Nas Escobar
Peep the stee, creepin with AZ
B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady
I brawl with those who hate me
Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall
Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz
Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos
Who mack most splash it up with lactose
Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style
Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke
He schooled me on how to stand on my own two
He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through
Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too
Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours
Married to the Firm laws
Esco bless flows y'all know me
Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G
Chorus
Verse Three: Foxy Brown
My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny
Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch
If i'm gon' ** lay that dick
Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six
Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name
Hope the panties drop only if I cop
The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced
The baddest bitch yeah the ** is alright
Lace 'em all night going to the crib
Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights
Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye
360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas
From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond
Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs
The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo
AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low
(Chorus with modifications)

Top Man (Blur)

This is a public warning
Be careful when you’re out
We are having freaky weather
There’s a lot of it about
The terraces are swinging
He’s a monkey on the roof
You’ve seen him on the telly
So let me introduce your host tonight

T.O.P.M.A.N.
He’s naughty by nature
On doubles and chasers
He’s a little boy racer
Shooting guns on the high street of love

In a crowd it’s hard to spot him, but anonymity can cost
He’s never cheap ‘n’ cheerful, he’s Hugo and he’s Boss
He’s riding through the desert on a Camel Light
And on a magic carpet, he’ll fly away tonight
Open sesame

T.O.P.M.A.N.
Sees her in double
Then pukes on the pavement
Likes her all clean and shaven
Shooting guns on the high street of love

Mi Pc (Juan Luis Guerra)

"Niña, te quiero decir
que tengo en computadora
un gigabyte de tus besos
y un floppy de tu persona

Niña, te quiero decir
que sólo tú me interesas
y el mouse que mueve tu boca
me formatea la cabeza

Niña, te quiero decir
que en mi PC sólo tengo
un monitor con tus ojos
y un CD-ROM de tu cuerpo

Niña, te quiero decir
que el internet de mis sueños
lo conecté a tu sonrisa
y al módem de tus cabellos

Yo quiero mandarte un recadito
ábreme tu e-mail
y enviarte un diskette con un poquito
de mi cariñito bueno para amarte

[Coro:]

Yo no quiero un limousine
ni un chaleco de Hugo Boss
ni la Cindy Crawford en Berlín
ni un palacio con pagodas quiero yo

Yo no quiero Burger King
ni un dibujo de Miró
morenita no me hagas sufrir
tu cariño to(d)as las noches quiero yo

Yo no quiero ir a París
ni montarme en un avión
ni la oreja de Hollyfield
Ni un Ferrari convertible quiero yo,
(mamá, tú ves...)

Yo no quiero Burger King
yo no quiero Pizza Hut
morenita no me hagas sufrir
tu cariño toas las noches quiero yo

Mandarte un recadito
ábreme tu e-mail
y enviarte un diskette con un poquito
de mi cariñito bueno para amarte

Yo no quiero un limousine
ni un chaleco de Hugo Boss
ni la Cindy Crawford en Berlín
ni un carrito de la NASA quiero yo

Yo no quiero Burger King
ni un dibujo de Miró
morenita no me hagas sufrir
tu cariño toas las noches quiero yo

Ni un dibujo de Miró
ni los tenis de Shaquille O'Neal
ni un cohete de la NASA quiero yo

Yo no quiero Burger King
yo no quiero Pizza Hut
morenita no me hagas sufrir
tu cariño toas las noches quiero yo

Who Want What (Beanie Sigel)

(performed by Sigel / Memphis Bleek)

What up Sigel?
Huh? Yeah
Smash , scrape, scrape.... you know the game baby

CHORUS 2X: Beanie Mac and Memphis
Who the ** want what
Me and Bleek charmed up , with your town under siege
Diligent in the sleeve
Who the ** want what
Me and Beans charmed up , got you niggas arms up
My squad be armed up

[Memphis Bleek]
This one's for the dogs with the 4-4 long
You niggas bust shots but you throw yours wrong (yeah)
Peep game , niggas leaves stain when it rain
Dipped and wont dry we thugs we won't cry
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo you know how we play dog , smash and scrape
Pull them real tools out they won't blast them eights
Trust me they start tellin who blast the weight
Bleek a three time felon I'ma pass the case
[MB]
You bout ta witness a dynasty like no other
Who flow like Bleek , think , no other
Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other
It's Roc-a-Fella twins desert eagle no other
[BM]
Ayo we outshinin niggas , two of the finest niggas
Got niggas like damn where'd Jay find them niggas
Rock blocked diamonds niggas , then blind you niggas
You know it's Cru Love , just thought we'd remind you niggas

Who the ** want what
Who the ** want what
Who the ** want what
Who the ** want what
Who the ** want what
Who want what
Who the ** want what
Beans and Bleek , Roc baby , don't stop

[MB]
Ayo I ride with the top down , high with the glock now
War it don't stop now , Memph man hot now
Niggas didn't want that I'm still where you pump at
B. Sigel , M. Bleek , niggas can't front that
[BM]
Ayo nigga who want that , not a soul
First week, no video , went gold
Bases loaded , now I'm up to bat
Witness the truth , niggas can't ** with that
[MB]
** those who disagree like these streets aint mine
Like the Roc don't mean somethin , glock won't lean somethin
[BM]
Ayo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine somethin
Hit you from a half a block , infrared beam somethin
Niggas don't want it with Mac , trust me
Niggas wanna chill , roll up , and get blunted with Mac
[MB]
Ayo we swerve out , blowin herb out , you herb out
My bout it squad , niggas get rowdy and rob

CHORUS

[MB]
Ayo you heard the title nigga , who the ** want what
My bullets you get em free who the ** want one
[BM]
Ayo I still throw 4, 5, 6 , upset rookies
Set up shop and flushin , who you can't touch him
[MB]
I'm still on two birds , two blunts , too hurt
Two of the biggets guns put two in your shirt
[BM]
You can still get two to your chest
I'll show what a thug about and let them slugs spit out
[MB]
I'm that same cat all black crack in my palm
Hop off the B. Franklin with gats in my palm
[BM]
Yo I still spit a thousand bars , still roam the resevoir with dogs
I still wire your jaw
[MB]
And yeah I smoke weed , I don't give a you know
Pop up on your block and hit it up in the Hugo
[BM]
To the streets all over , we spot you niggas
Put your feet up Hova , we got you nigga

CHORUS

I'm The Future (Lil' Bow Wow Featuring R.O.C.)

I'm off the chains
I'm off the chains
Yeah I'm off the chains

[Chorus:]
Have you ever seen me,I'm the future
I represent how it's gone be, I'm the future
Born in 1987, I'm the future
Party people get ready, it's the future
I dont know about y'all
But I know about me
And when I think about the future
I'm all you see
Cuz I am the future

(Bow Wow)
I'm somethin your not
I'm just right with the block
Every jam that I make
Gotta go knock, knock
The biggest thang since hugo
You know y'all cats do a whole lot do mo believe me
I'm loose now running at full speed
Like the juice now like back in '73'
Ya heard of me
Had to I'm that lil bad dude
With JD
I'm the A in the hit
I'm the prince of the click
What you think keep makin shorty have them fits
It's the b capital O-W Wow
Like Moe Dee how you like me now
Tryna do it real big like Chris an nem
But if this thing dont work i'm above the rim
Between the legs and behind the back
Yeah i'm small but I got that
Now tell me

Chorus

(R.O.C.)
Now look up ahead dats me
Far beyond the flow is gone come on
You know the kid is crazy
Like Britney Spears
And I'm in the prime of my years oh yeah
I know what pops up in ya head first is ( wait a minute)
How he keep coming up with verses ( uh huh)
Well i'm gonna tell ya something and don't get nervous ( allright)
My secret is I'm doing this on purpose( Why)
To get a billion copies purchased
If your style is sick (well)
Mine is allergic
My rhymes in the beat merges like interstate traffic(ooh mybad)
It's just a habit
I flows it
I know it'll probably illegal
Before the o's before you
Even close to being the COR
Even backwards I'm hard
And I give my regards
But I aint rapping with y'all
I'm a year after tomorrow

You can't see me
I'm the future
I represent how it's gone be
I'm the future
Born in '79'
I'm the future
Party people get ready
It's the future

I Know For Sure (Vaughn Monroe)

HUGO WINTERHALTER CONDUCTING THE ORCHESTRA
VOCAL BY; VAUGHN MONROE

I KNOW FOR SURE,
THAT SOMEONE LOVES ME.
AS SURE AS I KNOW,
THE DAWN WILL BREAK
AFTER THE NIGHT IS THROUGH.

I KNOW FOR SURE,
THIS THRILL SO RARE,
WILL BE MY TREASURE,
BEYOND COMPARE.

I KNOW FOR SURE,
THAT SOMEONE LOVES ME.
AS SURE AS I KNOW,
THE MOON WILL RISE
AND LIFE AND LOVE WILL ENDURE.

THE WAY YOU SMILE AT ME,
THE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS ON MINE.
THAT'S HOW I KNOW.
AND I KNOW FOR SURE.

(AN ORCHESTRAL INTERLUDE IN WINTERHALTER'S STYLE.THEN;)

I KNOW FOR SURE,
THAT SOMEONE LOVES ME.
AS SURE AS I KNOW,
THE MOON WILL RISE
AND LIFE AND LOVE WILL ENDURE

THE WAY YOU SMILE AT ME,
THE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS ON MINE.
THAT HOW I KNOW.
AND I KNOW FOR SURE.

I Wanna Be Loved (Hugo Winterhalter)

I wanna be loved with inspiration
I wanna be loved starting tonight
Instead of merely holding conversation
Hold me tight

I wanna be kissed until I tingle
I wanna be kissed starting tonight
Embrace until our heartbeats intermingle
Wrong or right

I feel like acting my age
I'm past the stage of merely turtledoving
(be careful, be careful what you do)
I'm in no mood to resist
And I insist the world owes me a loving

I wanna be thrilled to desperation
I wanna be thrilled starting tonight
(love me, love me, love me)
With every kind of wonderful sensation
I wanna be loved

I feel like acting my age
I'm past the stage of merely turtledoving
I'm in no mood to resist
And I insist the world owes me a loving

I wanna be thrilled to desperation
I wanna be thrilled starting tonight
With every kind of wonderful sensation
I wanna be loved

I Wanna Be Loved (Billy Eckstine)

- words by Billy Rose and Eddie Heyman, music by Johnny Green
- The Andrews Sisters had a # 1 hit with "I Wanna Be Loved" 20 years after
the song was first introduced
- lyrics as recorded in Los Angeles March 30, 1950 by The Andrews Sisters
with Gordon Jenkins & His Orchestra. Lead vocal by Patty Andrews.
- Also charted in 1950 by Billy Eckstine (# 7); Hugo Winterhalter (# 11); Dinah
Washington (# 22); Dottie O'Brien (# 23); and Jan Garber (# 28).

I wanna be loved with inspiration
I wanna be loved starting tonight
Instead of merely holding conversation
Hold me tight

I wanna be kissed until I tingle
I wanna be kissed starting tonight
Embrace until our heartbeats intermingle
Wrong or right

I feel like acting my age
I'm past the stage of merely turtledoving
(be careful, be careful what you do)
I'm in no mood to resist
And I insist the world owes me a loving

I wanna be thrilled to desperation
I wanna be thrilled starting tonight
(love me, love me, love me)
With every kind of wonderful sensation
I wanna be loved

I feel like acting my age
I'm past the stage of merely turtledoving
I'm in no mood to resist
And I insist the world owes me a loving

I wanna be thrilled to desperation
I wanna be thrilled starting tonight
With every kind of wonderful sensation
I wanna be loved

Put Another Nickel In Music Music Music (Teresa Brewer)

(Put Another Nickel In) Music! Music! Music!
Teresa Brewer with the Dixieland All Stars
Words and Music by Stephan Weiss and Bernie Baum

- Peaked at #1 in 1950
- Teresa's all-time biggest hit. Also performed the following month by The Ames
Brothers, Carmen Cavallaro, Freddy Martin, Mickey Katz, and also Hugo
Winterhalter. Teresa's was the biggest hit out of all these versions. A decade later,
it was covered by The Sensations as a minor Top 60 single. In 1973, Teresa re-
recorded the song for the Amsterdam label.


Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!

I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I want is kissin' you
And music! music! music!

Closer, my dear, come closer
The nicest part of any melody
Is when you're dancing close to me

So, put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!

<lengthy instrumental break-Dixieland piano>

REPEAT ALL

SPOKEN: "C'mon, everybody! Put some nickels in! And keep that old
nickelodeon playing!"

Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!

Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!

<Dixieland piano to end>


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Compositor: Jose Ernesto Monzon Reyna Nació en Todos Santos Cuchumatan, Depto. de Huehuetenango, el 31 de diciembre de 1917; contador, cronista deportivo y c...




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