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Fui Tan Feliz (Adan Chalino Sanchez)

Ha bastado solo un dia para amarte
Unos besos y ya siento adorarte
Necesito tenerte otra vez a mi lado
Besarte los labios como aquella vez

Cuando el amor se fue metiendo muy
Discreto entre tu y yo
Volava el tiempo y desgarrabas
Mi corazon
Sabia amor, que te ibas
Recuerdo amor, aquella noche que
Estuviste tan junto a mi
Tan solo besos pero era yo tan feliz
Llore mi amor, al verte ir

Talvez ya no vuelva verme en tus ojos
Talvez ya ni me recuerdes tampoco
Pero siempre en mi mente estare recordando
minuto a minuto la noche de ayer

Cuando el amor se fue metiendo muy
Discreto entre tu y yo
Volava el tiempo y desgarrabas
Mi corazon
Sabia amor, que te ibas
Recuerdo amor, aquella noche que
Estuviste tan junto a mi
Tan solo besos pero era yo tan feliz
Llore mi amor, al verte ir

El Arbol (Adan Chalino Sanchez)

Aqui me voy a estar
Hasta que retoñe este arbol
Porque no a podido dar
Una flor que a mi me agrade

La primera flor que de
Sera para mi padre
Para llevarla
A la tumba en donde esta

Murio mi padre
Ya se me acabo el orgullo
Murio mi padre
Ya se me acabo el tesoro

Muerte tirana
Te llevaste lo que era mio
Y desde entonces
El arbol se seco

Murio mi padre
Ya se me acabo el orgullo
Murio mi padre
Ya se me acabo el tesoro

Muerte tirana
Te llevaste lo que era mio
Y desde entonces
El arbol se seco

Cuatro Espadas (Adan Chalino Sanchez)

Cuatro espadas me apuntan al pecho
Por confiar demaciado en mi suerte

Yo soñe ser feliz en tus brazos
Pero tu me sentencias la murte

Una espada es que ya no me quieres
La segunda es mirarte perdida
Las que faltan las tienen tus ojos
Que sin verme me quitan la vida

Si el destino me trajo hasta ti
Talvez fue por castigo de dios
Cuatro espadas que hoy me hacen sufrir
Nos tendran que matar a los dos

Que te cuesta volver a quererme
Si bien puedes seguirme adorando

Y con una mirada curarme
Cuatro eridas que hoy siguen sangrando

Si no puedes volver a quererme
Me resigno al mirarte perdida

Yo e de ver que a tu pecho sin alma
Cuatro espadas le quiten la vida

Si el destino me trajo hasta ti
Talvez fue por castigo de dios
Cuatro espadas que hoy me hacen sufrir
Nos tendran que matar a los dos

Feel The Vibe (Frankie Cutlass)




[Featuring Rampage Doo Wop And Heltah Skeltah]
Rampage:
** all you niggas makin' minimal wages
Yo I'm proud and on the street like my name was Larry Davis
The brown skinned brother with the shelltoe flavas
People talkin shit it's yo' next door neighbours
About me n' KRS
Who rocks the best
Niggas wanna picket sign and protest
From Hempstead to Westbury
I'm 3 platinum LPs
Take off them Stobalees
Now who's the truckas
Boy Scout and Frankie Cutlass
Flipmode is da squad we brings da ruckus
** all you crab mutha**as
Yo I'm criminal minded
Boy Scout been let out the cage
I'm on the loose
I'm in the Flatbush town
It's goin down
I still got my tre and my 4 pound
Warriors come out and play
I'm in the Bronco with O.J.
I'm comin' back around your way
Yo watch me sweep the nation if you black or caucausian
I'm nice with mine
Leavin the microphone blazin
From here to the projects
I'm droppin brothas all over the land
Like Tokyo did Japan
Let me take a stand
I'm the million dollar man
Ay yo, shit hits the fan
Doo Wop:
Ay yo, live from New York where niggas shoot to kill
Cutlass, bring da ruckus and ya looses ill
Keep it goin' by, I keep flowin' the same
And get open like the pussy on mystic rain
Showin no shame cuz my name maintain
The cocaine weight rawest nigga on tape
CDs we bump by the key
Plus the LP
Is guaranteed lactose free
Ay yo we got the yajo
Frankie, Beverley and Maze
Will leave the crowd in a daze before we let go
Wop rock the Echo
Unlimited gear with the Fubu
Catch me politickin' with Premier and The GURU
I be stickin' chicken like the colonel, Nocturnal
CD number 6 in my whip
Bounce is the squad that'll Flip
You niggas talk shit then abandon ship
All that lip but you can't back it
Fagot niggas get they wig splattered
Battered, rappers
Livin' in the shelter
When they felt the
Wrath of Doo Wop, Rampage and Heltah Skeltah
Chorus: Rock
Ay Yo who them headz keep the party live?
Ruck, Rock, Ramp, Doo Wop Feel the Vibe
Frankie Cutlass
Y'all can't touch this, we live
We keep the party live
C'mon Feel the Vibe
(repeat 2X)
Rock:
Hey Ho (Voice Cracks)
Here we go, better yet, here we come
Tawl Sean and Jab the bum
Call him Bummy Jedab
Smash dat his**quick fast
1/45th blast
And make one drop and 10 more get whiplash
Ruck:
I be the T-A-W-L
Bringin' the trouble to
Couples who rap off track
Ya wack so I'm rubbin' you
Off the map with my gat black so I'm snubbin' you
Dubbin' you
The wackest nigga on the universe
You be the first to witness lyrical techniques I disperse
(Rock)Until the day we die
(both)Heltah Skeltah let the brainz burst
Rock:
We cooool
But not that cool like September
Spring to Winter
I be turnin y'all Battlecats to Kringer
Ruck:
Contenders, he bend ya, then send ya to the
R-U-C-K-U-S when blessed off of buddah
I troop the terain maintain my composure
I fold ya, holdin' my sose then screamin' Eshkoshkah
Rock:
So um
Raise yo hand if you sure Rock'll smell ya
And if ya ready for the war scream Heltah Skeltah
(Ruck)Heltah Skeltah
Ruck n' Rock flip till we got it locked
If not, we make it hotter than the glocks in lye spots bitch
Chorus

Look For A Star (Gary Mills)

Look For a Star
Deane Hawley

Peaked #29 on July 25,1960
Gary Mills Peaked #16 on August 1,1960
#3419 for the Top5000 of the Rock Era (55-94)
Gary Miles Peaked #26 on July 26,1960
Billy Vaughn Orchestra Peaked #19 with an
instrumental version on August 1,1960

When life doesn't seem worth the living
and you don't really care who you are
when you feel there is no one beside you
look for a star

when you know you're alone and so lonely
and your friends have traveled afar
there is someone waiting to guide you
look for a star

oh everyone has a lucky star
that shines in the sky up above
if you wish on a lucky star
you're sure to find someone to love

a rich man man, a poor man, a beggar
no matter whoever you are
there's a friend who's waiting to guide you
look for a star

(instrumental segment)

a rich man, a poor man, a beggar
no matter whoever you are
there's a friend who's waiting to guide you
look for a star.

From: Calico8359@aol.com


Annotated & Submitted by Leon Sanchez chezzy2@yahoo.com

Una Tarde (Adan Chalino Sanchez Featuring Chalino Sanchez)

Una tarde nublada y sombria
Cuando el sol se empezaba a meter

Ella alzaba la vista y me veiha
Hoy la encuentro y no hayo que hacer

Rinconcito que en el alma adoro
Que del cielo a venido a caer

Como a ti yo te quiero chiquita
Yo riquesas no quiero tener

Hay si duele tener esa dicha
De mirarte en mis brazos dormida

Que dios padre me quite la vida
Si eres tu mi lucido en mi ser

Ya me voy pasen muy buenas noches
Ya mi lira no quiere sonar

Hoigo triste sonidos de voces
Pobresita ya quiere llorar

Rinconcito que en el alma adoro
Que del cielo a venido a caer

Como a ti yo te quiero chiquita
Yo riquesas no quiero tener

Ven a mi que te estoy esperando
Con los brazos abiertos chiquita

Como un pajaro herido bolando
Al besarte tu dulce boquita

It's Going Down (Blackalicious)

feat. Lateef the Truthspeaker, Keke Wyatt
[Chorus - Keke Wyatt]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

[Gift of Gab]
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto!
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

[Gift of Gab]
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed

[Gift of Gab]
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush

[Lateef the Truth Speaker]
Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

[Keke Wyatt]
You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

[Gift of Gab] (Lateef)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

[Gab & Lateef Together]
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4,
c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)

[Chorus x 2]

Slip Of The Tongue (Faster Pussycat)

Painted a perfect picture
And busted my frame
With all this cheap**talking
You need an oxygen tank
If you're gonna do it, do it right
Got to catch the flow, got to hit em low
I get high between the thighs

Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Someone's always watching me
Turn on the news and hear what I'm gonna do
Before it ever happens to me

With a slip of the tongue
I'm in deep shit
I'm so bad off I can taste it
Bury myself with a slip of the tongue

Lick it to the left and take it up
Then lick to the right
My baby likes my Model-T, I'm parkin it tonight
Gotta watch what I do
Gotta watch what I say
There's alway one **ed up damn bum
That gets in my way

Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Someone's always watching me
Turn on the news and hear what I'm gonna do
Before it ever happens to me

With a slip of the tongue
I'm in deep shit
I'm so bad off I can taste it
Bury myself with a slip of the tongue

I got a psychopathic love
That fits like a glove
My baby bucks like a bronco
When I start to shove
Get your, get your, get your feet up to your ears
Slam it home and take me to Rome
And watch me disappear

Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Someone's always watching me
Turn on the news and hear what I'm gonna do
Before it ever happens to me

With a slip of the tongue
I'm in deep shit
I'm so bad off I can taste it
Bury myself with a slip of the tongue

Rodeo (Big Ed)




featuring Mia X, Silkk the Shocker

Silkk(echoin himself):
Now I'm bout to take the world into a No Limit rodeo (feel this)
P can ya understand this one?
Now see we gonna keep it bout it and rowdy
Now I got Mia X, Big Ed and ya know when I'm in here, Silkk the Shocker
It's bout to get serious, so I'm gonna get the world bucked up

Big Ed and Mia X
Where my cowgirls at, here we go, where my cowboys (x2)
Get on the dance floor
Unnhh (yea)
Get on the dance floor

Silkk:
To my thugs(thugs), I say my cowboys(cowboys)grab ya'll lassos and um(Mama
Mia)
All my cowgirls(cowgirls), saddle up, cause yo I'm bout to ride it(ride it
with me)
I got somethin new(Big Ed) ride with us

Big Ed:
I got a new dance for ya

Silkk:
Big Ed tell em how it go

Big Ed:
It's called the rodeo
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on, bump your hips)
(Come on, buck your hips)
(Do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on)
Saddle me up, come and ride this buckin bronco
Work it out baby, video for the peep show
Dosy doe at the Alamo
Twist your hips like a tornado, explode like a volcano
Bounce up and down like a po-go
Your love it got me fiennin like a nympho, hit ya with the gusto
** trust as we undergo orgasmic eruptions
Baskin in the after glow
I slam my boy like big 5 and domino
Screamin my name like old ladies screamin bingo!
I got ya shakin excess, climactic combos
She's tryin to be quit bittin the pillows
It seems it get wetter the farther in I go
You want me to go deeper? Cause baby I go plenty mo
You can pull my slot all night like a casino
So you can ride me baby, fast or slow

CHORUS:(x4)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(Do you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(I know you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)

Silkk:
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Grab the lasso, and let me rope them hips
Look I love them tryin take all of it, bittin your lip
Walked in dimonds shine look true that there
Everybody talkin bout look, who that there
Can't let a good thing pass me
Come on boo an get sassy
(Boy you nasty)
I know
Forget about your man, see if you can take this
I don't hate unless it be fake, time to bust, get **an switch(switch)
Flex the Lex, now I'm like ** in the Benz
** unstoppable is it possible to have ** and be friends
So come and ride this bronco, buck and dip
Can you picture this skinny cowboy, between them hips
No limit soldier, so come and ride me baby
Hard to stop when I'm inside ya baby
Now it's the new sheriff in town, down and dirty
Tryin to get this chick to serve me, ya heard me?
Ride it

CHORUS:(X4)

Mia X:
Got your saddle on, now baby I'm a getty up
First I rock steady get it wetter then I buck
Having you screamin my name, (Mama Mia) sugar walls top rankin
Keep a nigga peelin off the frequency be bankin, ah
Let her take a spankin when I ride it back, was fake you out
Playa roll when you ain't shit like an actor
Mac the, wieldest niggas mama tie em down
Silkk scarfs, hand cuffs, ghetto rodeo style now
I can ride for miles, so daddy can you keep up
Gaurenteed to knock that**out like you been beat up
Heat up, hotter than July, cause big girls don't cry
We take it all stride out, slides up and down
Bounces all around, works it twerks it
Buy Miss Pussy crown, I wears it
I swears it's gonna (for real) be a cold day in hell no doubt
To ever say you want me out at the rodeo(uunhh)

CHORUS:(x4)

Silkk and Big Ed:
Where the cowgirls at where they at
The Bay Richmond
Where the cowgirls at where they at
L.A. California
Where the cowgirls at where they at
New Orleans, Louisiana
Where the cowgirls at Where the cowgirls at where they at
Miami, Florida
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Atlanta, Georgia
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Charlette the Caralinas
Where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at
There they go
New York east-coast
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Chicago, Illinos
Where they at where they at there they go
Cleveland, Ohio
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Houston, texas
Where they at there they go
Jackson, Mississippi
Where they at there they go there they go there they go
North Mid-west Down-south West-coast
Ungh!
(Rodeo)

Take Dat (Lords Of The Underground)




Uh uhh yeah.. what?
LOTUG uhh yeah
Yeah uh uh
From the Q to New Jeru yeah
Uhh.. hip hop
Kid Called Roots
Who am I?

[Mr. Funke]
I am a Lord and see yeah you know me
Brown**nigga zig zags from Jersey
When yo' system knocks better be Lords on the box
Watch ya spot we Set It like Vivica Fox
You know I be ridin in eighty fitty I wit Sha
while we umm * inhales * on lye
And when it's trouble, we push the Black Lex bubble
Me and Cappo, push the whip REAL SLOW
Tinted windows, so nobody know
Lord of Undo', translates to below
Feel the flow, cause we blow like so
Eatin NoDoz, quick to kick like bolo
You know, the way we go, you betta follow
Six-double-oh travel roads that's narrow
Watch your body, feel it twist like karate
Take dat, feel dat, it's enough for everybody

[DoItAll]
Check it - a hum dullah don't deserve to be a star
DoItAll, Lord Jazz, Funk Man, yo who we are - Lords
Immacular, push the black Lex car
Hang you off the balcony -- now my office hours are..
The rap game is full of wannabees who ain't nice
I get up in it, cook niggaz in a minute like rice
Rock a lot of ice! Keep the girls lookin at me funny
Tryin to get pregnant, tryin to get some money
But you must be crazy if you think we havin that
I've got lawyers that could prove that the Earth's still flat
Fools wanna stress me, but I can raise the mackin out
Got the Lex off the lot, make the owner back it out
What, L (L), O (O), T-U-G (G)
Livin like kings, gotta push the big Jeep
Take trips to Hong Kong, backstage at a show
with some Chinese broad named -- Sum Dum Hoe -- what?

Chorus: repeat 2X

Take dat, yeah nigga take dat
Feel dat.. "Take that take that take that" -> Puff Daddy

[Mr. Funke]
What the deal is? You see my jewels be the chillest
I be the illest, me and Lords, back with real shit
Hip shit, Hop shit, freak any topic
Knock it? Stop it, niggaz didn't lock this
It's Resurrection Dun-Dun, frequently let one
BLAOW from the big gun, make the whole crowd run
Ask Sun, come on down and hit me one
Break me off one, come and get some

[DoItAll]
Who wan' come test, take it to your chest
Put a bullet in your Bubblegoose like Wyclef
Funk Man got these rap cats jealous of me
Like Joe Frazier jealous of Muhammad Ali
But can't nobody touch this, far as I can see
If you don't want beef, you gotta give it to me
The Jim Carrey of this rap shit, makin niggaz laugh
at you dirty MC's, need to go and take a bath, uhh

[Mr. Funke]
Take a seat'n, ain't no competin
Me and Lord Jizzy, Funk Man ain't retreatin
Disbelievin, might end all your breathin
Catch me on the weekend, black Jeep creepin
Thug niggaz love niggaz, who bust niggaz
So bust this niggaz, pass the lime liquor
I'm quicker, than your average umm type niggaz
Take dat, take dis, this for you niggaz!

[DoItAll]
Take dat, Put It In Your Mouth like Akinyele
The style that I kick make all MC's jeally
The bone-crusher, rock the microphone from here to Russia
Leave dents instead of fingerprints when I touch ya
Efficiently declared illegal by the government
Kidnap your mother make you wonder where your brother went
My crew, retaliate like Benny Blanco
Make my getaway, in a stolen White Bronco

Chorus 2X


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