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Escuchar Azeneth Gonzalez - RUTA 7 SD


P-Poppin (Ludacris)

One mo gin! Head Down Pussy Poppin on that head stand

Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy pussy poppin
Head down pussy poppin on a handstand
On a handstand
On my american banstands
Summersalts cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick getin outa control-trol
Oh no keep goin till a nigga like me say stoooop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it droooop
Cut and twist if you don't like it you **in Cris
Im rubbin clit so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss
Do your stretches don't pull no handsprings
You got me movin infact your doin the damn thang
Stronger muscles exersize every body your body hurts
Lets do this sweatin thank god your bath and body works
I like a woman who makes her own doe don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garder belt
Lipgloss traces your pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like WOAH!

[Hook x2]
Imma send a chapter to this pussy poppin legacy
Shawna be that bitch cant no bitches don't ** wit me
When I pop that cris im on that business and bubbly
When im in that 6 wit 20s spinin on luxury
Cuz I got that head game
Pullin up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that leg hang
Better learn that game shawty
Better get yo' man shawty
Foe he endup tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I brake it down for you bitches it so exquisit
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit the money stacks
Now break in wit that pussy poppin
That pussy droppin to the floe
And got these nigga's slobbin
Wit out that doe papi aint nuttin happen
Cuz that's the show im from the go u get that pussy poppin
Stopin that pussy dropin GONE

[Hook x2]
[Lil Fate]
Every time we hit the club
Wut we need is 50 deep
Smokin Purple coat and grichi got everybody keed
At the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
More hight poppin dropin god damn shawty who is this
Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
Im sittin slouched back in the chair stuntin waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin a dariair for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle of moe
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here u deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down**up hoes hands on those
Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that**shake like a seizure
Either magic or pleasas
Find me spending Gs up
Maxin out my visa
Trickin on strip teasers

[Hook x3]

Rollin' the Dice (Master P)

Sittin in the project tryin to get my game on
** these hoes they just ding-dongs
Mama need shoes
The baby need milk so I got to get strapped with a 9
For some bull shit rollin hard hittin 711's
1 punk wanted to bet so nip him with a 7
Break these fools so my banks gettin bigger
Pull out my 9 here comes some jealous niggaz
But I really don't give a **
Ready to take a mother**er out if he try to press his luck
Ask one of them hoes what the ** are ya lookin at
I knew he was a punk
Cause a nigga step back ready to leave the mother**in game
Walkin with a lean ya know what I'm sayin?
Never them mother**ers broke but I ain't no joke
Potnahs are clean ya know
Rollin' the dice...

Worldwide (Akinyele)

Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele
you know we goin Worldwide this tour
Cause yo you know how that go
We gon' get together y'all, word up
That's how we gon' bring it to you
We gon' go all around the world
get this money, and do what we got to do
Word up, my man Rhasaan in the house
We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
Just give it to em Ak.. UHH

I been in and out all areas
And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya
Slap your**with real rap
I keep it underground, like subways, so I can stay on track
I'm not a carpenter, but I'll cut the rug
Think you can hang with Ak? Ha, that's your brain on drugs
Smack fire out your**like a flag from _Backdraft_
Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half
Schoolin MC's until they start learnin
We don't gotta be Mississippi to watch the Ak start Burning
I kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might ** around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no THING in it, your static-free rhymes
that you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no CLING in it
Then you turn around and start SINGIN it
Hard Akinyele be brought, so I'm here to start BRINGIN it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz
by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE
My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE
So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga
You just don't wanna taste it
You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map
Cause this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces
Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your HEAD
Me you feel you can pull with
Remember that I'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit
I put rappers and singers in they place
A real rudebwoy with the raz', I write it all over your face
Leavin you bloodier than a MaxiPad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd
So play like a midget and FORGET it
Cause I put oil to the fire, like an arsonist
when it comes time to SET it
I get more run than an ATHLETIC
Sharp as a hyper-DERMIC
Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-BETIC
I recoups, and they try to step to this
Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis
My rhymes drip like a RAZOR, punch like Joe FRAZIER
I don't sell shoes, because I don't believe in FAVORS
Ducks better break North, before I start
baggin that ass, like a mother**in washcloth
Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier
Act like you know, and ** what your girl told ya
No bluff, for years I've been IN THIS
A nine to five employee don't got shit on me
cause I done stepped to nuff rapper BUSINESS
Beggin for for-GIVENESS
Channel 7 news and people from Jehovah done WITNESSED
the whole Akinyele vibe
You know what I'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

Ak not catchin wreck, come the ** on
Ring the alarm, I drop bombs like the Guard in Vietnam
I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write
My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light
Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down
because I'm puttin the brakes on your**like Midas
Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop
I give you rope and you still can't hang with the Ak
For years I put ears through therapy
Watch a episode of Cheers before you come try the beer with me
I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby
I battle anybody, even a dead body
I got rhymes that would attack ya
so you better watch your back, or **in hire a chiropractor
Ain't nuthin change from BEFORE, slap niggaz with mani-CURES
Stomp you down, after a pedi-CURE
Here's another lesson, I'm not a quiz
So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question
It's a Ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed
You catch the backhand, word to my dead man
You best to rest if you want peace
Cause like a hooker from up the street, I'm down for beef
I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged
Word to Sinead O'Connor, I be tearin shit up
Cause I sprayin immaculate, like a Mac-11..

* impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers *

I take you to London Worldwide
I take you to Europe Worldwide
Come back to Queens Worldwide
I take you to Russia Worldwide
I take it to the North pole Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to the West Indies
I give it to em Worldwide
I take you to India
I give it to em Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to Germany
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to...

Cumbersome (7 Mary 3)

she calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
you know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
all the stones that are thrown are building up a wall
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past
resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
but my old stone face can't seem to break her down
she remembers bridges, burns them to the ground
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to this girl
too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right,
today or tonight
too rich too poor, she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more
the bitter taste is cumbersome
there is a balance between two worlds
one with an arrow and a cross
regardless of the balance life has become

Oven (7 Mary 3)

Get down and pray to the oven
She thinks that god is there, in there
Do you see Sylvia in the oven?
Colossal Fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read.
Here's what she sees.
In the end her only friend, keeps herself wide
looks into a higher ground
What did husband say was found?
She found - a daughter going on with her life
I can't juggle this
I can't juggle this
I can't juggle this
When it slips she says:
This Kansas wheat won't break me
and another drink won't take me
I can make it if you can
Strip it down wide open still
Was your head caught in that pill?
Was your life one big regret?
The smartest man she ever met
was not buried or put up on a cross
And she thinks it's over, still
if that light won't go on
There's no hope in life at all
if the oven won't burn
This Kansas wheat won't break us
and another drink won't make us free
The oven's wide open, hold your breath and see.
Hold your breath and see ...

Just Like Daddy (2Pac Featuring Makaveli)

Spoken: Outlaw In This
No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I'll be ya daddy
Foe tha ladies

Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio,
know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy,
come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just
like daddy

I met her when she was younger
when her daddy died when she was younger
her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her
her eyes shined love a dimaond and above
tha kind that you can love
Not yet touched with so much, potintial
youngster let me got ya mental
and to a place
with a sourness of pain you'll never taste
by God's grace
you were born with that face
nuthin but pure beauty
so for an enternaity I feel it's my duty
to be a SOULJAH
dippin I got plans to mold ya
and in tha coldest nights is when I hold ya
like Iam supposta,as we roll closer
I'll take your hand gladly, anything ya need ask me
supporting my baby just like daddy
You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep in my chest
When i got arrested, came so close to goin to jail
throwin blows at tha po pos breakin they nails
screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid
In tha V-I I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta ** you, you run and tell me
that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it
hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am **in you
ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there
no need to fear so much insanity
and thru tha years
I know ya gave me your heart and plus
When I'am dirt broke and **ed up Ya still love me
(An Outlaw)
Boo would ya die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
with mean sounds tougher than brisles
fool when you cry
I'll be ya tissue
back in tha county writin letters how I miss you
givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you
get you for thinkin like a mona and on a level
and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain
for total and twine ya
we right behind ya tru
life just me and you no tellin what we could do
(Another Outlaw)
Gettin high between tha sheets
Make tha shit right here discrete
Puttin nikies on ya belly while we **in on tha beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
loss soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya
treat ya good won't disrespect ya
My age is young
out of place bitch days is done
From a trixy to a missy
you know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for her king
1 day labled thug Mrs
tha essance of my ghetto sistas
hugs and kisses
that's just for me to be a father figure

White Man's World (2Pac Featuring Makaveli)

I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this

I'm just saying

This song is for y'all

For all the times I mess up

when we mess up

Dear sister

Got me twisted up in prison

I miss yah


Looking at my nieces and newphews picture

They say don't let this cruel world get yah

Kinda suspicious,

Swearing one day you might leave me

for someone thats richer

Twist the cap off the bottle

I Take a sip And see tommorrow

Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow

Reading love letters

late night, locked down, and quiet

If brothers don't recieve their mail

Best believe we riot

Eating Jack mat

Staring at walls of Silence

Inside this cage

Where they captured all my rage and violence

In time I learned a few lessons

Never fall for riches

Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters

Far from bitches

Help me raise my black nation

Reperations are due

Its true

Caught up in this world

I took advantage of you

So tell the babies how I love them

Precious boys and girls

Born black in this white mans world

and all I heard was


Who knows what tommorrow brings

In this world where everyone lies

Where to go

No matter how far I find

To let you know

That You're not alone

Being born with less

I must confess

Only adds on to the stress

Two gunshots to my homies head

Died in his rest

Shot him to death

and Left him bleeding for his family to see

I pass his casket

Gently asking

Is there heaven for G's?

My homeboys doing life

Begging mama be stressing

Shedding tears

When her son finally ask that questions

Where my daddy at?

Mama, Why we live so poor?

Why you crying?

Heard you late night

Throught my bedroom door

Now do you love me mama?

Why do they keep calling me nigger?

Get my wieght up, with my hate

and pay 'em back when I'm bigger

Still thugging in this jail cell

MIssing my block

Hearing brothers screaming all night

Wishing they'd stop

Proud to be black

But why do we act like

We don't love oursleves

Don't look around

busta (you sucka)

Check yourselves

know what if means to be black

whether a man or girl

we're still struggling in this

White man's world


(we must fight)

Who knows what tommorrow brings

In this world where everyone lies

Where to go

No matter how far I find

To let you know

That You're not alone

So tell me why you changed

Choosing new direction

In a blink of an eye

My time away just made perfection

You think I'd die

Not gonna cry

Why should I care

Like we holding on to love

Thats no longer there

Can you please help me

God Bless me please

Keep my seeds healthy

Banging on my enemies Bleed

While my G's healthy

Hoping they bury me

With ammunition, weed, and shells

Just in case they trip in heaven

Ain't no G's hell

Sister sorry for the pain

That I caused your heart

I know I'll change

If yah help me

But Don't fall apart

Rest In Peace

To Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato

To much for this cold world to take

Ended up being fatal

Every women in America

Especially Black

Bear with me, can't you see

We're under attack

I never meant to cause drama

To my sister and Mama

Will we make it

To better times

In this white man worlds


(Along with revolutionary talking)

I Need A Man (Foxy Brown)

[Intro: Foxy Brown] (M) {7 Aurelius}
(I just need a...) Yo 7, this is Fever man! Yes, indeed!
This is another Ill Na Na production
Ill Na Na, Def Jam baby, all the way, yes!

From the streets of BK, to the streets of Long Beach, Compton
LA, Los Angeles, y'know, California {(*whispers*) Aurelius 7}

[Chorus: M] (Foxy Brown)
I just need a, I just need a man
(Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town)
Strong and understands
(To the Windy City of Chicago, Chi Town)
All my life's demands, all my loving
(To the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(Down in the Sunshine State, Miami)
Loves me for just me
(This is how we do it baby!)
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
(C'mon, yeah, yes!)
I just need a..

[Verse One: Foxy Brown] (M)
Homie, look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
You'll see the proof when I drop my album
It's the past now, plus dawg I'm better without him
(I just need a....) dude that act right
If my life go dim, he can be my flashlight
Not the rebound dude who abused his last wife
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life
and you don't got to question if he truly care
A little, dinner here, movie there
and he won't treat his wifey like his last whore, see
Is that too much to ask for?
But, I'm wiser now, I'm older now
and the truth is a need a man to hold me down
And by now most dudes know what "Na Na Be Like"
so this time when I'm doing it, I'm doin' it right, yes!

[Chorus: M] (Foxy Brown)
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown] (M)
The dread straight jealous of mine
I put him on, you would think he would relish the time
But he didn't, kept fibbin' and kept his feelings hidden
Intimidated, slowly the love disintegrated
It's, (I just need a...) like I'm driving
making a wrong turn, woo
I need stability, something that's long term and
maybe a dude with no kids
But, he get deported I'm troopin' his whole bid now
(I just need a....) a dude that respect his moms
Ain't afraid of the marriage or pushin' our baby carriage, whoa
I come home and he runnin' my bath
Late nights, stressed out but he makin' me laugh and (*laughter*)
(I just need a....) a dude that my brothers approve
A thorough man by my side, if I win or I lose
But, if I'm cool or I'm spazzin', we still a team
dubbin' hard in the dancehall bashment

[Chorus: M]
I just need a, I just need a man
Strong and understands
All my life's demands, all my loving
I just need a, not jealous of me
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown] (M)
Built for the struggle and he, move with integrity
Can handle my celebrity
A dude that's in love with Inga, respect Fox
and put a blue stone on my finger
(I just need a...) and cry with me, if we fight, we fight
but if I'm right, if I'm wrong, I'm right
and, homie look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'

[Chorus: M] (Foxy Brown)
I just need a, I just need a man
(Now ladies throw ya hands up high)
Strong and understands
(And tell 'em niggas no longer we gon' cry)
All my life's demands
(And this a new year now)
All my loving
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(So throw ya hands up high)
Loves me for just me
(And tell these niggas no longer we gon' cry)
Tellin' you
(And this a new year now)
the real is that I need a
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now, yes!)
I just need a..

[M] (Foxy Brown)
Lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby (Yo 7, this is Fever man!)
I just need a..
I'm just lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby
I just need a...

1-2-8 (Mighty Mighty Bosstones)

They played something
They made something
Brand new a baby blue machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
Back and forth
East, south, west, north
Shred the atlas burn the map
Often lost and paths criss-crossed
Wake me up I need a nap
They did something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention
Eyes wide
A roller coaster ride
Great pride in this invention
I think they're selling Snake oil
At the dog and pony show
In the garden gee
Would you pardon me
And by the way how does it grow
The explanation's unexplainable
Holding onto something
Once dreamt unattainable
The course was never charted
So don't look into the books
The secret's not the recipe
It's got to be the cooks
They made something
They played something
Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen
Get out it will increase
Last train to where?
Hey get out of here
Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed
A dash of honesty in the recipe
That's the first mistake you've made
1, 2 what's in the stew
3, 4 no one's really sure
5, 6 what's in the mix
7, 8 this stuff tastes

Blue Sunday (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

she took a rolled-up twenty
out of her pocket
and paid for my cigarettes
we were friends at first sight
in the 7-Eleven light
she said here let me cover it
and i rode shotgun all that night
she drove and never made a sound
when i asked if there was
anything wrong
she said nothin worth talking about

It's a blue sunday
down the interstate
it's a blue sunday
blue with shades of gray

her back seat could have been a hotel
i slept for a thousand years
every now and then she'd
laugh out loud for no reason
i pretended not to hear
and rolled my jacket up under my head
and stretched my body out
couldn't be too far in front
of her daddy's bloodhounds
but i ain't gonna worry now

it was a blue sunday
down the interstate
a blue sunday
yeah blue with shades of gray
yeah you know me
we've never met before
it's a blue sunday
when it's time to leave you go


Siervos de Cristo Vivo, VIVA CRISTO REY, Ruta 7, Azeneth Gonzalez misionera, catolicos en accion, pro vida www.myspace.com/azenethgonzalez.

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