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Escuchar Milton Valle - Popurri, Fiesta!


Letras

Superstar Punani (Sublime)

So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far
You made that drop on the 24 tracks
We mix it all down then we put on wax
Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars
A bottomless pit where you make loose and far
Take away your privacy and take your guitar
Then take your woman and impound your car
My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far
First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar
Baby if you got it forget about that
Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're gunna make a phony image for the MTV
Hear it on the radio say damn that's me
Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog
Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm
Put your**in the john to be a superstar
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
All over the world you gotta take that trip
And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52
And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you
Hey our love has started can you believe
Before your eyes this shit just come back to me
Oh my God I take a rest on the side
So long so long so long so long I'll see ya
Oh my God if I'd a let my own
I'd take it turn around and place it home
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Woah it's the position
I just can't hide
Bo
Whatcha want whatcha need
Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss
Your love feels like this
Some people love get your shit like this
Well if you love wad up your love punani punani
Woah if you love me punani punani
Oh my God
Free yeah free oh oh oh hey
Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em

One Big Fiesta (Harlem World)




[Featuring Mase]
Ma$e:
All Out we don't stop we don't don't stop
All Out we don't stop we don't don't stop
All Out make it hot don't stop c'mon
C'mon Harlem World make it hot don't stop c'mon
All Out All Out
Baby $ta$e:
Yo yo I'm the perfect example of how a chick that's classy
Flashy sassy papparazzi don't harrass me (All Out)
Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me
Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
How come when I'm in the street all open place
Everybody smokin' $ta$e like I got a open case (uh uh)
Anything you gotta say to me
You can say to Ma$e, Baby $ta$e
The more I make, the more they hate (c'mon)
See, I might as well admit it, that everybody wanna hit it
Cuz I got a cean record and not to see me **, check it
I don't know what's wrong with these cats
It'll be a setback in this game called Rap, see
I was once told, Harlem World done fold
We about to drop this below the world, behold
Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold
We'll really see what happens when my click unfold
Ma$e-Chorus 2x:
We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong
Blinky Blink:
Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, Huddy's wit it)
See the size of my money clip? (man, I'm on the funny tip)
I know you hate me, hate Ma$e, cuz we make papes
And got girls on like 48 states (48 states)
For kickin' the women with a straight face
While y'all cats, wella, about to get a **case
But why player hate? Cuz I ** girls and they say I'm great
You bust one tank, can even stay awake
Not now, we gon' talk on a later day
What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh
I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks
So, playa get to that, and keep your chicken hats
She said your ** was w**, cuz I twist her back
And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out)
But if my trees wasn't sellin'
I switch the jack
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Chorus:
Huddy Comb:
Yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly
You stay in the thong, I'ma stay with the ice, B
Indian givin', got Carribean women
Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out)
So, dear, in front of the building
Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop
Cuz I'm one of the villain
Cook for me, come open a book for me
Shook for keep, your whole look hooked me
With your legs tied up, eggs sunny side up
No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon)
See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna ** me
That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy
Chorus to end with Ma$e adlibs:
All Out
JM
Can't forget Queen Bee wrecks this
L O X
Money Power & Respect
Ruff Ryder
Yeah, DMX
Can't forget So So Def
Bad Boy
Suave House
Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with these guys
Neptune, keep the beat bangin'
Uh, you don't stop
Queen Bee
Junior Mafia
What what what what what
All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out

Pobre Juan (Maná)

Juan se lanzo marchandose al norte
iba en busca de una vida digna
cruzando Mexico por valles y por montes
iba Juan lleno de fe.

La historia es que Juan se iba a casar
con Maria embarazada
pero el no tenia ni un centavo
ni un clavo que darle.

Pero este Juan iba muy decidido
y a la frontera el llego con todo el filo.

Se conecto con el mero mayor de los coyotes
y la historia le conto:
Mire usted que yo quiero cruzarme ya
a San Diego o Chicago,
digame usted lo que hago
que precio le pago.

Juan ya nunca regreso,
en la linea se quedo,
pobre Juan
o la migra lo mato
o el desierto lo enterro,
pobre Juan.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Juan le enseno al coyote
una foto de Maria
con la cual se casaria,
le prometio que el regresaria
para formar todo un hogar.

Pero el coyote a Juan lo traiciono
dejandolo al olvido,
de tres balas se tronaron a Juan,
pobre de Juan,
no regreso

no, oh.

Juan ya nunca regreso,
en la linea se quedo,
pobre Juan
o la migra lo mato
o el desierto lo enterro,
pobre Juan
y Maria lo fue a buscar
y ella nunca lo encontro,
desaparecio,
oh...

Dame Mas (Loaded) (Ricky Martin)

Ella baila con swing
Y eso me gusta a mi
Veloz como un jonron de Sosa
Esta rica, esta sabrosa

Mirenla bien
Ella es todo para mi
Soy su perro fiel
La quiero muy dentro de mi

Ella me atrapa con su red
Con sus encantos de mujer
Tantas veces quise creer
Para luego perder la fe

Pero recuerdo el ayer
Alquellas noches de placer
Nunco me bastan, quiero mas...mas

CORO 1
Dame la libertad, mas, mas
Para entrar en tu alma, hacerte sonar
Suelta las riendas
Pierde el control
Mueve ese cuerpo, hazlo con sabor
Y ahora dale no pare
Ne dejes de bailar
Que la vida es una fiesta, goza

Ando muy feliz
Vangando por ahi
No me hables de problemas
Mi templo es puro, soy de roca

Que bello es vivir
Sin miedo de seguir
Mirenla bien
La quiero muy dentro de mi

Ella me atrapa con su red
Con sus encantos de mujer
Tantas veces quise creer
Para luego perder le fe

Pero recuerdo el ayer
Aquellas noches de placer
Nunca me bastan, quiero mas...mas

REPETIR CORO 1

CORO 2
Dame la libertad, mas...mas
(Habla tu gazombadam)
Para entrar en tu alma,
hacerte sonar
(Hecha tu pa'lante, no te quedes atras)
Suelta las riendas
Peirde el control
Mueve ese cuerpo, hazlo con sabor
Y ahora dale no pare
No dejes de bailar
Que la vida es una fiesta, goza

South Of The Border (Shep Fields)

SOUTH OF THE BORDER (DOWN MEXICO WAY)
Shep Fields/Frank Sinatra
(Jimmy Kennedy/Michael Carr)

South of the border
Down Mexico way
That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play
And now as I wander
My thoughts ever stray
South of the border
Down Mexico way

She was a picture
In old Spanish lace
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile upon her face
For it was fiesta
And we were so**
South of the border
Down Mexico way

Then she sighed and she whispered "Mañana"
Never dreaming that we were parting
And I lied as I whispered "Mañana"
For our tomorrow never came

South of the border
I rode back one day
There in a veil of white by candlelight she knelt to pray
The mission bells told me
That I mustn't stay
South of the border
Down Mexico way

Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!
Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!
Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!
Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!

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Parte, Palmen, Weiber Und N Bier (Dee Clark)

So Freunde, ich hab da mal ein paar Fragen an euch:

Wollt ihr Arbeit? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Regen? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Alleinsein? - Nein!
Was wollt ihr denn?
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!

�?berall im S�¼den ist die H�¶lle los
immer gibt es einen Grund zum Feiern
Wir sind jung und leben in den Tag hinein
und bei Nacht da suchen wir die Freiheit

Wollt ihr Arbeit? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Regen? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Alleinsein? - Nein!
Was wollt ihr denn?
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!

So verr�¼ckt wie wir, so m�¼ssen alle sein
denn dann kann die Fiesta endlich steigen
Tauch in dieses zuckers�¼�?e Leben ein
und dann lass dich einfach darin treiben!

Wollt ihr Arbeit? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Regen? - Nein!
Wollt ihr Alleinsein? - Nein!
Was wollt ihr denn?
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!

Ja was wollt ihr denn eigentlich?

Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ja, das wollen wir!
Wir wollen Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
ein paar geile Tage wollen wir
Party, Palmen, Weiber und 'n Bier
darum sind wir hier

Tu Mirada y Mi Voz (Susana Baca)

They say that to get
The woman you want
Only takes a stab
In the heart

I ask the reason
For this knowing what I know:
Life leaves
Taking nothing with it

And would I have wanted to see for myself
I would have seen everything
How miserable my eyes
Not having seen

If you could allot
Some of your smile to my valleys
Your sorrows in my streets
And your love in me

I would have a reason
That together with the rest
Would give me the occasion
To shout how beautiful
Love is
For him that only has
A fantasy
And the warmth of a companion
That is dear to me as life

The hearth seems better
When there's fire burning
When there's wood that keeps
Your gaze and my voice

Dicen que para lograr
A la mujer tan ansiada
Sólo basta una estocada
En el corazón

Yo pregunto la razón
De este saber que sé yo
Pues la vida que se va
No se lleva nada

Y se quisiera ver por ver
Ya todo lo habría visto
Cual tristeza de mis ojos
No tener que ver

Si pudiera repartir
Tu sonrisa por mis valles
Tus penitas en mis calles
Y tu amor en mi

Yo tendría una razón
Que juntas con las demás
Me darían la ocasión
De gritar que lindo es el amor
Para el que sólo tiene fantasía
Y el calor de una compañía
Que es la vida mía

El hogar se ve mejor
Cuando hay fuego que lo encienda
Cuando hay leña que retenga
Tu mirada y mi voz

Fiesta (Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz)




Chorus: Lord Tariq

Party all night fiesta forever
Getting cheddar whatever together whatever

Verse 1: Lord Tariq

One dres on the six I resurrect the willie hottest (dick)
I'm rich plotter on your daughter I'm magician cause I trick
And your man wanna flip cause I'm poppin that (shit)
Takin the shop (bitch) yo honey hoppin the whip
(Shit's) real I won't hit it niggas droppin will split
Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get
Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this
PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist
Take it, no I insist, we can (**) in the morning
And shop through the day
Tonight Max was performing so we can go play
Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party
When the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body
Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and
His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer
So let's just

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2: Lord Tariq

Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago
In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe
Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4
Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before
But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin
Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go
Never mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve
And she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go
Without a question yo, backseat the hard one
Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer
Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night
And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight
For the

Chorus (2x)

Will Tracks:

Just do it, don't stop now
Make it hurt you, just a little bit
Not too much, it's workin
Getting money all right now (2x)

Verse 3: Lord Tariq

A lot of women wanna be with me
Cause I sport linen, and I hang around with Peter G
And they see me grinnin, rim spinnin on the silver-3
Step to me and ask (Lord Tariq are you feelin me)
Come on (bitch), dealin me, I'm boss playa MVP
Getting cash frequently, easy ass, 1-2-3
Doin at the leather-seat
You wanna be (**ed), me I'm kinda horny luckily
Back in the club we get it on, it's the thug in me
Let's

Chorus (2x)

One Big Fiesta (Mase)

[Mase]
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop
All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon
C'mon, Harlem World make it hot, don't stop c'mon
All Out, All Out

[Stase]
Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy
Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me
Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me
Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
How come when I'm in the street or a open place
Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case
Anything you gotta say to me
You can say to me, it's Baby Stase
The more I make, the more they hate
See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it
Cuz I got a clean record not to mean you see me **, check it
I don't know what's wrong with these cats
It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see
I was once told, Harlem World don't fold
We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold
Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold
The world really see what happens when my click unfold

[Mase]
1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

[Blinky Blink]
Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit' it)
See the size of my money clip? (Now, I'm on the funny tip)
I know you hate me, hate Mase, cuz you make papes
And got girls in like 48 states (48 states)
But kickin' the women who wear the straight face
While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a **case
But why player hate? Cuz I ** girls and they say I'm great
You bust one tank, can't even stay awake
Not now, we gon' talk on a later day
What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh
I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks
So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact
She says your ** was w**, cuz I'd twist her back
And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out)
But when my trees wasn't sellin'
I switch to Jack
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Repeat 1

[Huddy Combs]
Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly
You stay in the thong, I'mma stay where the ice be
Indian givin', got Caribbean women
Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out)
So, dear, front of the billin'
Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop
Cuz I'm one of them villain
Cook for me, come open a book for me
Shook the key, your whole look hooked me
With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up
No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon)
See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna ** me
That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy

Repeat 1 while:
All Out
JM
Can't forget Queen Bee Records
L O X
Money Power & Respect
Ruff Ryder
Yeah, DMX
Can't forget So So Def
Bad Boy
Suave House
Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
Neptune, keep the beat bangin'
Uh, you don't stop
Queen Bee
Junior Mafia
What what what what what
All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out

Miami (K'jon)

I’ve seen las chicas (heo)
I’ve seen las chicas (are you ready)
I’ve seen las chicas

That’s right

Ole (homes) ole (homes) ole (haha - I’m in miami)

U lalalalalalalala

REFRAIN 1:
I’m in miami
And the girls and r.kelly
It wasn’t lirry on the feelings-trip
Switch on lying with the shit up
What speaking game like seventies-back
And i just stop playin‘

I’m in miami
And the girls and r.kelly
It wasn’t lirry on the feelings-trip
Switch on lying with the shit up
What- not now, we rode, we ride, we we’re dangerous



A yo, mami
I just get in miami
We gonn‘ party at the beach
But i get at me
We gonn‘ party with my pes‘ i won your chicas
Bye bye and the mamasita (thats _________)
I ain’t me now, when you call me pappi
We gonn‘ fiesta, guess i could invieabe me
It’s on you, what you can do
When i routh through my shoult- top cool


REFRAIN 2:
It isn’t me go, push it better to the flow (better to the flow)
Girls to the flow time my cost stop spence (my busters spence)
So my busters spence, you know i’m there for pence
You know, big meal, bigger it,
but i just want be to please ya
took one round to sun-meritha


REFRAIN 1: ...


señora, head up to the boat-up
What you like it taking my toyota
Be your choid it says in my motor
Push it no cuseor is no graynd billow
I’m the chico – all i need is to know
I’m chicking round and git with it
My mamasita, me and all my chicas, heyo

REFRAIN 2: ...

REFRAIN 1: ...

Come on, i just has stopped, (heyo)
come on, chicas all around,
come on, party at the beach,
come on, (heyo) all the bag gimme,
come on, i just has stopped,
come on, chicas all around,
come on, party at the beach,
come on, (heyo) all the bag gimme

2x REFRAIN 1:


heyo, dev
i got you man, (yeah, yeah, yeah, oooh)
haha, i got this
event nees son
don’t be alone, baby
just k’jon, baby
hasta la vista (yeah)
hasta la vista (yeah)
hasta la vista
hasta la vista
hasta la vista .....


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