Cuando todo gira mal,
Cuando el tiempo va para tras,
Cuando solo vos pensas
Que no hay felicidad,
Cuando sola en la ciudad
Te quieras encontrar.
Siempre pensa que estoy con vos
En el lugar que estes.
Quiero ser lo mejor para vos,
Siempre estoy y siempre quiero estar,
Quiero hacer un mundo para dos.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Todo Lo Miro | 2 Minutos
Hoy cinco del mes, y ya cobré.
Y me voy a Parque Patricios a buscar a un amigo,
me meto en el bar La Perla y pido una cerveza,
mientras espero a un amigo que aún no llega.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
Cuatro horas han pasado y ni noticias de mi amigo
me pido otra cerveza, mientras espero
las putas en la esquina venden su sexo,
por un par de billetes, que hoy yo tengo.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
1,2,3,4
Moralidad pasó por la esquina del bar
y las putitas, se abrojaron sin pensar
la rubia de tus sue'os, se pidió una whiscola
mientras yo miraba sentado, desde mi mesa
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro,
desde el bar,
desde el bar.
Y me voy a Parque Patricios a buscar a un amigo,
me meto en el bar La Perla y pido una cerveza,
mientras espero a un amigo que aún no llega.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
Cuatro horas han pasado y ni noticias de mi amigo
me pido otra cerveza, mientras espero
las putas en la esquina venden su sexo,
por un par de billetes, que hoy yo tengo.
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro.
1,2,3,4
Moralidad pasó por la esquina del bar
y las putitas, se abrojaron sin pensar
la rubia de tus sue'os, se pidió una whiscola
mientras yo miraba sentado, desde mi mesa
Todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro sentado desde el bar
todo lo miro,
desde el bar,
desde el bar.
Tema De Adrian | 2 Minutos
Una noche de oto'o
vos estabas tocando
para todos los muchachos
Y la policía entró
te marcó y te llevó
por haberlos puteado.
Y tu mujer preguntaba
y Adrián a dónde esta
se lo llevaron los de moralidad
por haber gritado la verdad
por haber gritado
la verdad.
CUANDO SALGA NENA
YO TE PASARE A BUSCAR
CUANDO SALGA NENA
DE ESTE LUGAR
NO TE PREOCUPES NENA
YO TE PASARE A BUSCAR
CUANDO SALGA NENA
DE ESTE LUGAR.
NO, NO, NO, NENA
NO LLORES, NO LLORES MAS
PORQUE YO, NENA
TE PASARE A BUSCAR.
Repite A y B
vos estabas tocando
para todos los muchachos
Y la policía entró
te marcó y te llevó
por haberlos puteado.
Y tu mujer preguntaba
y Adrián a dónde esta
se lo llevaron los de moralidad
por haber gritado la verdad
por haber gritado
la verdad.
CUANDO SALGA NENA
YO TE PASARE A BUSCAR
CUANDO SALGA NENA
DE ESTE LUGAR
NO TE PREOCUPES NENA
YO TE PASARE A BUSCAR
CUANDO SALGA NENA
DE ESTE LUGAR.
NO, NO, NO, NENA
NO LLORES, NO LLORES MAS
PORQUE YO, NENA
TE PASARE A BUSCAR.
Repite A y B
Postal ´95 | 2 Minutos
Rifaron un país
Supieron cómo hacerlo.
Prometiron mucho trabajo.
Jamás, jamás cumplieron.
Los jubilados siguen marchando,
El obrero sigue explotando.
Ya casi no hay trabajo,
Postal ´95
Postal ´95
El pueblo quiere trabajo!
Postal ´95
El pueblo quiere trabajo!
Supieron cómo hacerlo.
Prometiron mucho trabajo.
Jamás, jamás cumplieron.
Los jubilados siguen marchando,
El obrero sigue explotando.
Ya casi no hay trabajo,
Postal ´95
Postal ´95
El pueblo quiere trabajo!
Postal ´95
El pueblo quiere trabajo!
Pi'As Van, Pi'As Vienen | 2 Minutos
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
todo puede ser por una mujer
todo puede ser por algún billete.
Víctor Galindez, Carlos Monzón, Nicolino Loche,
Horacio Acavallo.
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
todo puede ser por una mujer
todo puede ser por algún billete.
Víctor Galindez, Carlos Monzón, Ringo Bonavena, Uby Sacco.
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen.
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
todo puede ser por una mujer
todo puede ser por algún billete.
Víctor Galindez, Carlos Monzón, Nicolino Loche,
Horacio Acavallo.
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
todo puede ser por una mujer
todo puede ser por algún billete.
Víctor Galindez, Carlos Monzón, Ringo Bonavena, Uby Sacco.
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen, los muchachos se entretienen
Pi'as van, pi'as vienen
pi'as van, pi'as vienen.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Pelea Callejera | 2 Minutos
Una banda
venia por la calle
y la otra por la vereda
uno de ellos boqueó
y la pelea se armo.
Relucian las cadenas,
relucian las navajas.
Un disparo de una 22
en el lugar se escuchó.
La policia acudio
al instante al lugar
La policia acudio
al instante al lugar
venia por la calle
y la otra por la vereda
uno de ellos boqueó
y la pelea se armo.
Relucian las cadenas,
relucian las navajas.
Un disparo de una 22
en el lugar se escuchó.
La policia acudio
al instante al lugar
La policia acudio
al instante al lugar
Otra Mujer | 2 Minutos
No te tortures mas
ella te abandonó
y ya no hay solución no.
El verano que pasaron
pudo ser el mejor
pero ella igual
te abandonó.
Y el invierno se quedó
y su fantasma también
y la herida que no para
de sangrar.
De noche en la ciudad
y hace frío en las calles
y en la televisión
no hay nada para ver.
Tu vaso esta vacío
y la botella tambien
son las 6 de la ma'ana
y no hay nada que hacer.
No te tortures mas
ella te abandonó,
pero otra mujer
a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
ella te abandonó
y ya no hay solución no.
El verano que pasaron
pudo ser el mejor
pero ella igual
te abandonó.
Y el invierno se quedó
y su fantasma también
y la herida que no para
de sangrar.
De noche en la ciudad
y hace frío en las calles
y en la televisión
no hay nada para ver.
Tu vaso esta vacío
y la botella tambien
son las 6 de la ma'ana
y no hay nada que hacer.
No te tortures mas
ella te abandonó,
pero otra mujer
a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
otra mujer llegará
otra mujer a tu vida llegará
No Mientas Mas | 2 Minutos
Nadie te cree todo lo que decis
Ya te conocen, ya saben como sos,
Por mas que jures,
Que digas la verdad
Estas marcado, tu ficha ya saltó.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
Vos traiconás la confianza
De aquel que la da.
Algunos nacen cuervos
Y ahí es cuando vos picás.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
De profesión sos mentiroso
Te haces llamar político
El elegido por la nación
Para que robes esta nación.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
Ya te conocen, ya saben como sos,
Por mas que jures,
Que digas la verdad
Estas marcado, tu ficha ya saltó.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
Vos traiconás la confianza
De aquel que la da.
Algunos nacen cuervos
Y ahí es cuando vos picás.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
De profesión sos mentiroso
Te haces llamar político
El elegido por la nación
Para que robes esta nación.
No mientas más, no mientas más
No mientas más, no mientas más.
Mosca Del Bar | 2 Minutos
Otra noche en la ciudad, nada particular
y Enrique se va, hacia el viejo bar
Don Manolo lo saluda, es el mozo del lugar
y le pregunta, Enrique, que vas a tomar
y el le contesta Vodka con Gancia
Hola Manolo, como andas.
La luna ilumina toda la ciudad
y Enrique sigue sentado en el bar
los vampiros ya se fueron, la noche ya se va
y Enrique sigue esperando la revolucion.
Porque vos sos una mosca de bar
porque la vida es un bar
porque vos sos una mosca de bar
porque la vida es un bar.
El recuerda con pasion, las noches que vivio
en Barcelona, San Pablo y Amsterdam
el reloj marca las seis, se pide un vodka mas
mientras espera a la princesa que lo va a rescatar.
Porque vos sos una mosca de bar.
Porque vos sos una moscar de bar.
Llego Vera y su Impala rojo y llevara,
a Enrique por toda la ciudad. (X2).
y Enrique se va, hacia el viejo bar
Don Manolo lo saluda, es el mozo del lugar
y le pregunta, Enrique, que vas a tomar
y el le contesta Vodka con Gancia
Hola Manolo, como andas.
La luna ilumina toda la ciudad
y Enrique sigue sentado en el bar
los vampiros ya se fueron, la noche ya se va
y Enrique sigue esperando la revolucion.
Porque vos sos una mosca de bar
porque la vida es un bar
porque vos sos una mosca de bar
porque la vida es un bar.
El recuerda con pasion, las noches que vivio
en Barcelona, San Pablo y Amsterdam
el reloj marca las seis, se pide un vodka mas
mientras espera a la princesa que lo va a rescatar.
Porque vos sos una mosca de bar.
Porque vos sos una moscar de bar.
Llego Vera y su Impala rojo y llevara,
a Enrique por toda la ciudad. (X2).
Me Converti En Un Marciano | 2 Minutos
Mi mente es algo terrible
Una forma para matar
No es un kuerpo de la tierra, noo
Ni la cara ke te amó
Me konverti en un marciano, oh oh oh
Y me llaman por mi nombre, oh oh oh
Por las noches no puedo dormir, oh oh oh
Me konverti en un marciano.
Caminando por el subterraneo
Los humanos estan arriba del mundo
No me gusta este mundo
Y yo kiero salir de aki.
Me konverti en un marciano, oh oh oh
Y me llaman por mi nombre, oh oh oh
Por las noches no puedo dormir, oh oh oh
Me konverti en un marciano.
Una forma para matar
No es un kuerpo de la tierra, noo
Ni la cara ke te amó
Me konverti en un marciano, oh oh oh
Y me llaman por mi nombre, oh oh oh
Por las noches no puedo dormir, oh oh oh
Me konverti en un marciano.
Caminando por el subterraneo
Los humanos estan arriba del mundo
No me gusta este mundo
Y yo kiero salir de aki.
Me konverti en un marciano, oh oh oh
Y me llaman por mi nombre, oh oh oh
Por las noches no puedo dormir, oh oh oh
Me konverti en un marciano.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Lukaz | 2 Minutos
Cuando yo te conoci
Te invite a salir:
vamos a la fiesta
de un amigo
hay mucho escabio
y mucho ruido.
Un chabon me deliró
y un roscazo se comió,
me echaron de la fiesta
y me quede sin chica
y sin cerveza.
Al rato me puse a caminar
en busca de un bar,
y al rato lo encontré
y mas de diez cervezas me tome.
Por la vidriera del bar
veo mi chica y mi amigo pasar
que van directo a ese hote
lque esta al frente de este bar.
Pido la cuenta al mozo
no me alcanza para pagar
yo intento despegar
y a la seccional voy a dar.
Que mala suerte que tengo yo
que a esa chica no la pude transar
mi amigo se la cogio!
Y yo estoy en la seccional
que mala suerte que tengo yo
Y yo estoy en la seccional
Que mala suerte que tengo yo
Y yo estoy en la seccional
que mala suerte que tengo yo
Que mala suerte que tenes vos.
Te invite a salir:
vamos a la fiesta
de un amigo
hay mucho escabio
y mucho ruido.
Un chabon me deliró
y un roscazo se comió,
me echaron de la fiesta
y me quede sin chica
y sin cerveza.
Al rato me puse a caminar
en busca de un bar,
y al rato lo encontré
y mas de diez cervezas me tome.
Por la vidriera del bar
veo mi chica y mi amigo pasar
que van directo a ese hote
lque esta al frente de este bar.
Pido la cuenta al mozo
no me alcanza para pagar
yo intento despegar
y a la seccional voy a dar.
Que mala suerte que tengo yo
que a esa chica no la pude transar
mi amigo se la cogio!
Y yo estoy en la seccional
que mala suerte que tengo yo
Y yo estoy en la seccional
Que mala suerte que tengo yo
Y yo estoy en la seccional
que mala suerte que tengo yo
Que mala suerte que tenes vos.
Lejos Estoy | 2 Minutos
Miro por la ventana
es un dia gris
la lluvia que cae en el cemento gris
una carta mas
y una postal
y el telefono no para de sonar
otra noche mas y hace frio aca
la botella esta vacia y el bar ya cerro
un poco cansado
un poco aburrido
un poco borracho con ganas de pelear
otro dia mas y ya van como mil
mi angel no me acompa'a nose donde andara
se que esta perdido por algun lugar
y si lo encontras mandalo para aca
(CORO)
lejos estoy
lejos de vos
lejos
estoy (estoy)
lejos
de vos (Repeat)
Miro por la ventana
es un dia gris
la lluvia que cae en el cemento gris
una carta mas
y una postal
y el telefono no para de sonar
otra noche mas y hace frio aca
la botella esta vacia y el bar ya cerro
un poco cansado
un poco aburrido
un poco borracho con ganas de pelear
otro dia mas y ya van como mil
la verdad que estoy aburrido de este lugar
pero pronto nena yo regresare
y celebraremos estar juntos otra vez
repetir coro
es un dia gris
la lluvia que cae en el cemento gris
una carta mas
y una postal
y el telefono no para de sonar
otra noche mas y hace frio aca
la botella esta vacia y el bar ya cerro
un poco cansado
un poco aburrido
un poco borracho con ganas de pelear
otro dia mas y ya van como mil
mi angel no me acompa'a nose donde andara
se que esta perdido por algun lugar
y si lo encontras mandalo para aca
(CORO)
lejos estoy
lejos de vos
lejos
estoy (estoy)
lejos
de vos (Repeat)
Miro por la ventana
es un dia gris
la lluvia que cae en el cemento gris
una carta mas
y una postal
y el telefono no para de sonar
otra noche mas y hace frio aca
la botella esta vacia y el bar ya cerro
un poco cansado
un poco aburrido
un poco borracho con ganas de pelear
otro dia mas y ya van como mil
la verdad que estoy aburrido de este lugar
pero pronto nena yo regresare
y celebraremos estar juntos otra vez
repetir coro
La Ladrona | 2 Minutos
1, 2, 3, va,
oh, es la ladrona que se robó mi corazón,
una ma'ana cuando pasabas,
oh, por qué razón,
sin consultar y sin llamar,
toda la vida me enamoré de vos
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
mí corazón es delicado,
por que una vez fue traicionado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado
quiéreme, bésame, mírame,
siempre asi, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh, es la ladrona que se robó mi corazón,
una ma'ana cuando pasabas,
oh, por qué razón,
sin consultar y sin llamar,
toda la vida me enamoré de vos
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
mí corazón es delicado,
por que una vez fue traicionado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado
quiéreme, bésame, mírame,
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
siempre así, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
oh, es la ladrona que se robó mi corazón,
una ma'ana cuando pasabas,
oh, por qué razón,
sin consultar y sin llamar,
toda la vida me enamoré de vos
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
mí corazón es delicado,
por que una vez fue traicionado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado
quiéreme, bésame, mírame,
siempre asi, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh, es la ladrona que se robó mi corazón,
una ma'ana cuando pasabas,
oh, por qué razón,
sin consultar y sin llamar,
toda la vida me enamoré de vos
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
mí corazón es delicado,
por que una vez fue traicionado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado
quiéreme, bésame, mírame,
mí corazón es delicado,
tiene que estar muy bien cuidado,
trátalo bien tú lo has robado,
quiéreme, bésame, mírame
siempre así, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Disneylandia | 2 Minutos
latinoamerica un pueblo tan bonito
con sus paisajes y su gente
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad
invadiremos disneylandia y violaremos a mickey mouse
y a la casa blanca la convertiremos en un estadio de futbol
latinoamerica un pueblo tan bonito
con sus paisajes y su gente
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad
invadiremos disneylandia y violaremos a mickey mouse
y a la casa blanca la convertiremos en un estadio de futbol
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad(x5)
con sus paisajes y su gente
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad
invadiremos disneylandia y violaremos a mickey mouse
y a la casa blanca la convertiremos en un estadio de futbol
latinoamerica un pueblo tan bonito
con sus paisajes y su gente
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad
invadiremos disneylandia y violaremos a mickey mouse
y a la casa blanca la convertiremos en un estadio de futbol
latinoamerica va reventar como petardo en navidad(x5)
Demasiado Tarde (La Marcha) | 2 Minutos
Estas en el kiosko
tomando una cerveza,
con el tiempo
seguis con la cerveza.
A lo lejos se ve una patrulla
alguien grita:Allá viene la yuta!
Descarten los tubos,
empiecen a correr.
La yuta esta muy cerca
No da para correr
El oficial: grita contra la pared!
Documentos, acompa'enme!
Demasiado tarde para correr
Demasiado tade acompa'enme
Demasiado tarde para correr
Demasiado tade acompa'enme.
tomando una cerveza,
con el tiempo
seguis con la cerveza.
A lo lejos se ve una patrulla
alguien grita:Allá viene la yuta!
Descarten los tubos,
empiecen a correr.
La yuta esta muy cerca
No da para correr
El oficial: grita contra la pared!
Documentos, acompa'enme!
Demasiado tarde para correr
Demasiado tade acompa'enme
Demasiado tarde para correr
Demasiado tade acompa'enme.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Como Caramelo De Limón | 2 Minutos
Te regalare, te regalaré
un caramelo
blanco de limón
y en un papel yo dibujaré
todo lo que siento por vos.
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el mi corazón.
Un caramelo de limón
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el tu corazón.
Te regalare, te regalare
un caramelo
blanco de limón
y en un papel yo dibujaré
todo lo que siento por vos
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el mi corazón.
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el tu corazón.
Un caramelo de limón
un caramelo blanco de limón.
Un caramelo de limón
un caramelo blanco de limón.
un caramelo
blanco de limón
y en un papel yo dibujaré
todo lo que siento por vos.
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el mi corazón.
Un caramelo de limón
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el tu corazón.
Te regalare, te regalare
un caramelo
blanco de limón
y en un papel yo dibujaré
todo lo que siento por vos
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el mi corazón.
Un caramelo de limón;
en mis manos tengo yo
y con el tu corazón.
Un caramelo de limón
un caramelo blanco de limón.
Un caramelo de limón
un caramelo blanco de limón.
Cerveza | 2 Minutos
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero mas me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas mas yo tendre
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos (repetir 1)
Cerveza yo te quiero
Cerveza yo adoro
Cerveza yo te quiero......gacha yo te adoro!
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero mas me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas mas yo tendre
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos
Cerveza yo te quiero!
Cerveza yo adoro!
Cerveza yo te quiero......mi negra yo te adoro!
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero mas me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas mas yo tendre
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos (repetir 1)
Cerveza yo te quiero
Cerveza yo adoro
Cerveza yo te quiero......gacha yo te adoro!
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero mas me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas mas yo tendre
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos
Cerveza yo te quiero!
Cerveza yo adoro!
Cerveza yo te quiero......mi negra yo te adoro!
Casa De Dos | 2 Minutos
Te fuiste de tu casa porque todo te iba a ir mejor, mejor!
y ahora te das cuenta que las cosas se dan mucho peor, peor!
y todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
y todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos...
En casa de dos, en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Se acabó tu vida, se acabó tu libertea, tu libertad!
no tenés para comer, no sabés como hacer para pagar, para pagar!
Porque tu casa se convierte en casa de dos
en casa de dos
Porque tu casa se convierte en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
y ahora te das cuenta que las cosas se dan mucho peor, peor!
y todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
y todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos...
En casa de dos, en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Se acabó tu vida, se acabó tu libertea, tu libertad!
no tenés para comer, no sabés como hacer para pagar, para pagar!
Porque tu casa se convierte en casa de dos
en casa de dos
Porque tu casa se convierte en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
en casa de dos, en casa de dos
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
Todo en tu casa se convierte en casa de dos, en casa de dos!
Cancion De Amor | 2 Minutos
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero más me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas más yo tendré
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos (repetir 1)
Cerveza yo te quiero
Cerveza yo adoro
Cerveza yo te quiero....... gacha yo te adoro
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero más me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas más yo tendré
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos
Cerveza yo te quiero!
Cerveza yo adoro!
Cerveza yo te quiero......mi negra yo te adoro!
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero más me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas más yo tendré
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos (repetir 1)
Cerveza yo te quiero
Cerveza yo adoro
Cerveza yo te quiero....... gacha yo te adoro
Yo estoy enamorado de vos
desde hace mucho tiempo
me gusta tu cuerpo esbelto
pero más me gusta lo de adentro
muchas veces me di vuelta por vos
y muchas dadas vueltas más yo tendré
siempre te he sido fiel,
pero vos conmigo no lo sos
Cerveza yo te quiero!
Cerveza yo adoro!
Cerveza yo te quiero......mi negra yo te adoro!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Arrebato | 2 Minutos
Iba caminando un viernes muy confiado
y de repente me comi un arrebato.
Cai arruinado en la vereda
y todos ellos me seguian boxeando.
Arrebato, eran mucho para mi
arrebato, eran mucho para vos.
Arrebato, eran mucho para mi
arrebato, eran mucho para vos.
No vayas muy confiado por la calle
por que de repente puede pintar
un arrebato pór la noche
un arrrebato en la ciudad.
Arebato sera mucho para mi
arrebato, parate y pelea.
Arebato sera mucho para vos
arrebato, parate y boxea
Arrebato.
y de repente me comi un arrebato.
Cai arruinado en la vereda
y todos ellos me seguian boxeando.
Arrebato, eran mucho para mi
arrebato, eran mucho para vos.
Arrebato, eran mucho para mi
arrebato, eran mucho para vos.
No vayas muy confiado por la calle
por que de repente puede pintar
un arrebato pór la noche
un arrrebato en la ciudad.
Arebato sera mucho para mi
arrebato, parate y pelea.
Arebato sera mucho para vos
arrebato, parate y boxea
Arrebato.
Amor Suicida | 2 Minutos
Me encontre a una chica en la playa
estaba llorando yo no se porque
ten'a una petaca de ginebra bohls y
yo entonces, me acerque
Yo le pregunte que le pasaba
y ella me conto todo su rollo personal
ten'a un novio que se llamaba Antonio
que hab'a muerto en la guerra de Malvina
El tiempo corria y la verdad cabalgaba
ella me dio un beso y se despidio
camino unos pasos y un arma saco
yo le pregunte: "nena que vas a hacer'"
no me respondio y del gatillo ella apreto
Ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
estaba llorando yo no se porque
ten'a una petaca de ginebra bohls y
yo entonces, me acerque
Yo le pregunte que le pasaba
y ella me conto todo su rollo personal
ten'a un novio que se llamaba Antonio
que hab'a muerto en la guerra de Malvina
El tiempo corria y la verdad cabalgaba
ella me dio un beso y se despidio
camino unos pasos y un arma saco
yo le pregunte: "nena que vas a hacer'"
no me respondio y del gatillo ella apreto
Ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su viejo amor
ella se volo la cabeza por su muerto amor
Revelation | 2 Live Crew
One two
We don't stop
Huh
[ VERSE 1 ]
A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other
Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother
They don't wanna get a job, or go to school
They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool
It's now 1984, five hundred years later
We're dominating both sides of the Aequator
In sports, music, and makin love
But yet we still have trouble rising above
It's said that in the later days
People shall be movin in different ways
There'll be many false prophets, devils in disguise
Performin illusions before your very eyes
Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear
But they cannot utilize them because of fear
You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
For fame and fortune or to get a head start
But in the long run they will see
That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy
Time is running short, the world is in damnation
Refuse to follow the laws of creation
You can not all be Jesus Christ
But you still can make some sacrifice
If not for anyone for yourself
Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else
We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep
Have to open your eyes, you can't afford to sleep
And a major factor is jealousy
Which stops us from obtainin the unity
Come on
You don't stop
[ VERSE 2 ]
Times are hard, and people are chillin
You can't get a job, but you know you're willin
So you go down to the unemployment line
And the man throws you out on your behind
Then you find some transportation, and you go back home
And find your wife cryin on the telephone
The police called to say that your job is ill
She tried to o.d. on a bottle of pills
Now you're mad as hell, and can't take it no more
So you grab your gun and walk out the door
You find another brother and you take their check
And deep down inside you know you're riskin your neck
How do you know they don't have a knife'
But you have your gun, so then you take their life
Now your pocket is full, but can't you see
That your soul will burn in hell for eternity'
See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child
Actin wild, cause that was the stlye
But as I grew older, I learned the deal
Because my old lady told me, "Son, be for real
You have a chance to be an architect or scientist
So why do you choose to be like this'"
You have to get yourself together before it's too late
It's up to you to be a bum or someone great
We all have it in us, and that is why
They tell us lies to cover our eyes
So we are not able to see the light
And differentiate wrong from right
You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers
You better be careful of its hypnotic powers
While the road to truth is long and full if distress
But if you make it through, you're truly the best
Come on
We don't stop
Huh
[ VERSE 1 ]
A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other
Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother
They don't wanna get a job, or go to school
They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool
It's now 1984, five hundred years later
We're dominating both sides of the Aequator
In sports, music, and makin love
But yet we still have trouble rising above
It's said that in the later days
People shall be movin in different ways
There'll be many false prophets, devils in disguise
Performin illusions before your very eyes
Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear
But they cannot utilize them because of fear
You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
For fame and fortune or to get a head start
But in the long run they will see
That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy
Time is running short, the world is in damnation
Refuse to follow the laws of creation
You can not all be Jesus Christ
But you still can make some sacrifice
If not for anyone for yourself
Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else
We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep
Have to open your eyes, you can't afford to sleep
And a major factor is jealousy
Which stops us from obtainin the unity
Come on
You don't stop
[ VERSE 2 ]
Times are hard, and people are chillin
You can't get a job, but you know you're willin
So you go down to the unemployment line
And the man throws you out on your behind
Then you find some transportation, and you go back home
And find your wife cryin on the telephone
The police called to say that your job is ill
She tried to o.d. on a bottle of pills
Now you're mad as hell, and can't take it no more
So you grab your gun and walk out the door
You find another brother and you take their check
And deep down inside you know you're riskin your neck
How do you know they don't have a knife'
But you have your gun, so then you take their life
Now your pocket is full, but can't you see
That your soul will burn in hell for eternity'
See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child
Actin wild, cause that was the stlye
But as I grew older, I learned the deal
Because my old lady told me, "Son, be for real
You have a chance to be an architect or scientist
So why do you choose to be like this'"
You have to get yourself together before it's too late
It's up to you to be a bum or someone great
We all have it in us, and that is why
They tell us lies to cover our eyes
So we are not able to see the light
And differentiate wrong from right
You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers
You better be careful of its hypnotic powers
While the road to truth is long and full if distress
But if you make it through, you're truly the best
Come on
Living In America | 2 Live Crew
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's 8 million stories in every city
And Americans love to watch it on TV
There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos
Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV
But America rules, nasty as we wanna be
Always #1 across the land
So don't hate Jerry 'cause he's the man!
With more fight time than HBO
And even Don King should promote talk shows
It't the best thing in years to hit the TV
'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P
Players everywhere love a good talk show
'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
So always represent the American way:
Freedom of speech and always gettin' paid!
Chorus:
[Living in America!]
[Living in America!] (All the time, station to station)
[Living in America!] (Here to here, across the nation)
[Living in America!] (Got to have a celebration)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
The ghetto got me caught up in some talk show shhhhh
Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick
She did my main man, plus my own band
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad
Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers
Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other
The girl posin' nude used to be a dude
Outcasted from the family, now they startin' a feud
The man cheatin' on his wife got caught last night
'Cause the girl he was kissin' was a transvestite
Got caught on TV where it's too late to fight
Now the whole world knows about his secret life
50-year-old mom, dressed him like a hoochie
The hoodrat pulls a gat on the groupie
Too hot for TV, too much for the movies
Some lady smacked Jerry, say what' Sue me!
Chorus
Bridge:
(Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.!
Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!)
[I live in America!]
[I live in America!]
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real
Showin' the world how Americans feel
With home-grown topics and a final thought
They even got hoochies without their bras
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ...
{Instrumental where there should be a verse}
So set your VCR's if you got to go,
'Cause you're living in America with the Springer show!
[Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!,
Another knock down, another video sale
All problems solved, all matters scarred
A girl got knocked out her chair upside the wall
More hair-pullin', nail-bitin' and people fightin'
I love this show because it's so excitin'
The people believe what they really see
On tabloid TV, even me!
Chorus
{JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!
JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!}
There's 8 million stories in every city
And Americans love to watch it on TV
There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos
Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV
But America rules, nasty as we wanna be
Always #1 across the land
So don't hate Jerry 'cause he's the man!
With more fight time than HBO
And even Don King should promote talk shows
It't the best thing in years to hit the TV
'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P
Players everywhere love a good talk show
'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
So always represent the American way:
Freedom of speech and always gettin' paid!
Chorus:
[Living in America!]
[Living in America!] (All the time, station to station)
[Living in America!] (Here to here, across the nation)
[Living in America!] (Got to have a celebration)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
The ghetto got me caught up in some talk show shhhhh
Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick
She did my main man, plus my own band
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad
Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers
Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other
The girl posin' nude used to be a dude
Outcasted from the family, now they startin' a feud
The man cheatin' on his wife got caught last night
'Cause the girl he was kissin' was a transvestite
Got caught on TV where it's too late to fight
Now the whole world knows about his secret life
50-year-old mom, dressed him like a hoochie
The hoodrat pulls a gat on the groupie
Too hot for TV, too much for the movies
Some lady smacked Jerry, say what' Sue me!
Chorus
Bridge:
(Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.!
Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!)
[I live in America!]
[I live in America!]
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real
Showin' the world how Americans feel
With home-grown topics and a final thought
They even got hoochies without their bras
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ...
{Instrumental where there should be a verse}
So set your VCR's if you got to go,
'Cause you're living in America with the Springer show!
[Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!,
Another knock down, another video sale
All problems solved, all matters scarred
A girl got knocked out her chair upside the wall
More hair-pullin', nail-bitin' and people fightin'
I love this show because it's so excitin'
The people believe what they really see
On tabloid TV, even me!
Chorus
{JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!
JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!}
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
It's Christmas | 2 Live Crew
Verse 1: MC Twist and Lejuan Love
[Twist] Christmas is a day we all must share
[Lejuan] To let your fellow man know that we care
[Twist] All about the pain
[Lejuan] Each day may bring
[Both] And if we all in the hand, all the brothers can sing
Out loud,
[Lejuan] For one simple reason:
[Twist] It's time to be merry
[Both] 'Cause it's Christmas season!
Verse 2: Anquette
It's the time of year for us all to act nice
As we celebrate the day of Jesus Christ
His life was all He had to give
So people like us could have a chance to live
So come on, my brother, no need to think twice
Let's all celebrate the day of Christ!
Verse 3: 2 Live Crew
[Marquis] You better be good
[Kid Ice] You better be nice
[Both] Or Christmas will be your day of gripe
[Marquis] So do all your work and all your chores
[Both] So you can get a gift from Santa Claus
[Marquis] Ho ho ho
[Both] Through the fallin' snow
Here comes Santa, with presents galore
[Marquis] With somethin' for me
[Kid Ice] And somethin' for you
[Marquis] Best wishes from us all,
[Both] The Skyywalker crew!
{samples from "Deck the Halls"}
[Twist] Christmas is a day we all must share
[Lejuan] To let your fellow man know that we care
[Twist] All about the pain
[Lejuan] Each day may bring
[Both] And if we all in the hand, all the brothers can sing
Out loud,
[Lejuan] For one simple reason:
[Twist] It's time to be merry
[Both] 'Cause it's Christmas season!
Verse 2: Anquette
It's the time of year for us all to act nice
As we celebrate the day of Jesus Christ
His life was all He had to give
So people like us could have a chance to live
So come on, my brother, no need to think twice
Let's all celebrate the day of Christ!
Verse 3: 2 Live Crew
[Marquis] You better be good
[Kid Ice] You better be nice
[Both] Or Christmas will be your day of gripe
[Marquis] So do all your work and all your chores
[Both] So you can get a gift from Santa Claus
[Marquis] Ho ho ho
[Both] Through the fallin' snow
Here comes Santa, with presents galore
[Marquis] With somethin' for me
[Kid Ice] And somethin' for you
[Marquis] Best wishes from us all,
[Both] The Skyywalker crew!
{samples from "Deck the Halls"}
I Can't Go For That | 2 Live Crew
Intro:
Big booty hoes hop wit it!
Hoochie mamas hop wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground
I don't know ya reputation
but all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
but the bitch ain't shit, so ya need to make a switch
Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Trife and slimy, don't try me
Playin on the phone, you supposed to be grown
Bitch stop lyin, I ain't wit it
Keep runnin ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs ho trainin
Ghetto ass always complainin
Tryin ta clown in front of my friends
By the way bitch, can I get those ends'
Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress
Lay low the mattress, let a nigga scrag it
The bitch is full of dram
Hoochie hoodrat is a ho like a mom
Chorus 1:
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Yeah, she ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Ho I love ya big brown eyes
and the way you shake your thighs
Acting like your so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One-two-light, pop that coochie
(Hoo wee!) Mommy style
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
Cos freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favourite job is 69
Bitch you know it's coochie time
Fuck what you heard and save ya drama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2: (x4)
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Mama just don't understand
why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I gotta good girl but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, all way my way
Trick a freak and I hit it on Friday
Girl you know ya look so cute
Ridin round town in ya Daisy Duke
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2
Like this!
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Big booty hoes hop wit it!
Hoochie mamas hop wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground
I don't know ya reputation
but all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
but the bitch ain't shit, so ya need to make a switch
Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Trife and slimy, don't try me
Playin on the phone, you supposed to be grown
Bitch stop lyin, I ain't wit it
Keep runnin ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs ho trainin
Ghetto ass always complainin
Tryin ta clown in front of my friends
By the way bitch, can I get those ends'
Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress
Lay low the mattress, let a nigga scrag it
The bitch is full of dram
Hoochie hoodrat is a ho like a mom
Chorus 1:
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Yeah, she ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Ho I love ya big brown eyes
and the way you shake your thighs
Acting like your so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One-two-light, pop that coochie
(Hoo wee!) Mommy style
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
Cos freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favourite job is 69
Bitch you know it's coochie time
Fuck what you heard and save ya drama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2: (x4)
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Mama just don't understand
why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I gotta good girl but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, all way my way
Trick a freak and I hit it on Friday
Girl you know ya look so cute
Ridin round town in ya Daisy Duke
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2
Like this!
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Bill So Horny | 2 Live Crew
[Sampled Words]:
What'll we get for ten dollars'
Every t'ing you want.
Everything'
Every t'ing
[Bill]:
Monica'
[Monica]
Yes, Bill'
[Bill]
Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House'
[Monica]
I'd do anything, Bill.
[Bill]
Really'
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]:
Well, do you swallow'
[Monica]
I sure do, Bill.
[Bill]
You do'
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]
Well, what would you do with this cigar'
[Monica]
Well why don't you let me show you, Billy.
Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah!
Chorus: (repeated during breakdowns)
Ahh! Me so horny! Me love you long time!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Sittin' in my office with my dick on hard
Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss
Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches
Said, "What's up, Monica baby' Can you come and kiss it'"
She arrived at the White House, knocked on the door,
Threw her draws on the floor and said "Fuck me!" like a whore"
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning!
Your dick is much bigger than Vernon Jordan's."
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Now Monica ...
Monica, c'mon, let's go into the Oval Office, girl.
I just wanna break you off a lil' somethin' ...
Comeon now, let's go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ...
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Gore always asks him why he sexes so much
It's the perks of being Prez; you always get a nut
Since you're married to Tipper, you shouldn't be sad
Don't tell Hilary so she won't get mad
'Cause you know she'll be disgusted if he ever gets busted
And Newt will be mad 'cause he didn't get the ass
He's a Prez in heat, a freak without warning
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh, Monica, I want you to come over here
and break me off in the Oval Office, now ...
di-did you bring your Presidential knee-pads'
I'm ready to get my freak on, girl,
I don't know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw,
I just crush a lot ...
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
You can say I'm a pervert or a desperate motherfucker
I'll hook you up with Paula and let you do each other
I'll play with your mind just like it's a game
I'll call my homie Vernon so we can run a "train"
And fuck Linda Tripp, 'cause I hate that bitch
I even got her on tape sucking on my dick
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
Hilary's my wife, but Monica baby, you're my woman
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica ... oh, I can't believe it's sogood, girl ...
I'm gonna have to take you to the next Democratic Convention ...
so you can hook up all the fellas ...
this'll be goodfor some vogues ...
I can't believe this ... ohhh God ...
Breakdown: [Mr Mixx]
(cuts and scratches: "Hey, what's the matter, baby'")
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica, that's ...
oh, that feels so goood!
Ohh! Oh yes, ohhh!
Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!!!
Oh yeah ... ohhh ... oh yes!
Oh ...
Verse 4: [Fresh Kid Ice]
It's true you weren't employed until you met Bill
He made you an intern, and you ratted still
You tell your parents that he turned you out
In the Oval Office of the White House
You said it yourself, you like it like he do
You put your lips on his cigar, and kissed it too
He's a freak in heat; Janet Reno didn't warn 'em
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Outro] (repeated till end of track)
Fuckie suckie
Me fuckie suckie
[Bill] (during chorus and outro):
Monica, I can't believe you did this to me!
I gave you a job, woman! Dammit, why did you do this to me'
Now what's America gonna think'
I mean, it could've just been me, you, and my wife Hilary!
No one had to know!
You didn't have to go tell everybody, now!
Ken Starr's on my case and ...
bringin' up all that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ...
Jennifer Flowers stuff!
My wife won't even talk to me! Hilary! Hilary! Hilary --
Chelsea, tell your mom I'm talking to her!
Hilary, talk to me, dammit!
Come on, say somethin'!
I'll blow somethin' up if you don't talk to me, woman!
I can't believe this! ...
My career's in shambles ...
but I still love America!
Me so horny
What'll we get for ten dollars'
Every t'ing you want.
Everything'
Every t'ing
[Bill]:
Monica'
[Monica]
Yes, Bill'
[Bill]
Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House'
[Monica]
I'd do anything, Bill.
[Bill]
Really'
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]:
Well, do you swallow'
[Monica]
I sure do, Bill.
[Bill]
You do'
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]
Well, what would you do with this cigar'
[Monica]
Well why don't you let me show you, Billy.
Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah!
Chorus: (repeated during breakdowns)
Ahh! Me so horny! Me love you long time!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Sittin' in my office with my dick on hard
Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss
Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches
Said, "What's up, Monica baby' Can you come and kiss it'"
She arrived at the White House, knocked on the door,
Threw her draws on the floor and said "Fuck me!" like a whore"
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning!
Your dick is much bigger than Vernon Jordan's."
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Now Monica ...
Monica, c'mon, let's go into the Oval Office, girl.
I just wanna break you off a lil' somethin' ...
Comeon now, let's go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ...
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Gore always asks him why he sexes so much
It's the perks of being Prez; you always get a nut
Since you're married to Tipper, you shouldn't be sad
Don't tell Hilary so she won't get mad
'Cause you know she'll be disgusted if he ever gets busted
And Newt will be mad 'cause he didn't get the ass
He's a Prez in heat, a freak without warning
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh, Monica, I want you to come over here
and break me off in the Oval Office, now ...
di-did you bring your Presidential knee-pads'
I'm ready to get my freak on, girl,
I don't know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw,
I just crush a lot ...
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
You can say I'm a pervert or a desperate motherfucker
I'll hook you up with Paula and let you do each other
I'll play with your mind just like it's a game
I'll call my homie Vernon so we can run a "train"
And fuck Linda Tripp, 'cause I hate that bitch
I even got her on tape sucking on my dick
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
Hilary's my wife, but Monica baby, you're my woman
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica ... oh, I can't believe it's sogood, girl ...
I'm gonna have to take you to the next Democratic Convention ...
so you can hook up all the fellas ...
this'll be goodfor some vogues ...
I can't believe this ... ohhh God ...
Breakdown: [Mr Mixx]
(cuts and scratches: "Hey, what's the matter, baby'")
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica, that's ...
oh, that feels so goood!
Ohh! Oh yes, ohhh!
Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!!!
Oh yeah ... ohhh ... oh yes!
Oh ...
Verse 4: [Fresh Kid Ice]
It's true you weren't employed until you met Bill
He made you an intern, and you ratted still
You tell your parents that he turned you out
In the Oval Office of the White House
You said it yourself, you like it like he do
You put your lips on his cigar, and kissed it too
He's a freak in heat; Janet Reno didn't warn 'em
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Outro] (repeated till end of track)
Fuckie suckie
Me fuckie suckie
[Bill] (during chorus and outro):
Monica, I can't believe you did this to me!
I gave you a job, woman! Dammit, why did you do this to me'
Now what's America gonna think'
I mean, it could've just been me, you, and my wife Hilary!
No one had to know!
You didn't have to go tell everybody, now!
Ken Starr's on my case and ...
bringin' up all that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ...
Jennifer Flowers stuff!
My wife won't even talk to me! Hilary! Hilary! Hilary --
Chelsea, tell your mom I'm talking to her!
Hilary, talk to me, dammit!
Come on, say somethin'!
I'll blow somethin' up if you don't talk to me, woman!
I can't believe this! ...
My career's in shambles ...
but I still love America!
Me so horny
Ride With Me (Bottom Style) (feat. Rufftown Mob) | 2 Live Crew
Where they at (8X)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way' (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way' (Hey, must be the money!)
[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no'
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you boo from way over there
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it' Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Folks said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show'"
Hell no (what's witchu'!) you for real'!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss
[Chorus 2X]
Hey, must be the money! (4X)
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way' (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way' (Hey, must be the money!)
[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no'
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you boo from way over there
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it' Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Folks said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show'"
Hell no (what's witchu'!) you for real'!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss
[Chorus 2X]
Hey, must be the money! (4X)
[Chorus]
The Real One | 2 Live Crew
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (') for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (') and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh' Whut'
The real one! Huh, nigga whut']
Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup'"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
Chorus
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (') for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (') and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh' Whut'
The real one! Huh, nigga whut']
Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup'"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
Chorus
2 Live Party | 2 Live Crew
Chorus: KC
Do ya wanna have a party'
2 live is throwin' another party!
Buttnaked ass shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're gonna see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Deep down south, we love to party
Dance floors packed, hoes shakin' they bodies
70's music still rulin' the disco
From South Beach to San Francisco
A late night fever, a sex crazed land
Wild-ass hoes to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about they ride, a 60s 'Vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' the sounds
Forget that shit, buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cuss-words, dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars, solicitin' freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stress ya'll, let's par-tyyy!
Chorus
Verse 2: Freak Nasty
I put my hand up on your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
So c'mon baby, just Pop That P'
And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them hoes freak everybody
Them other girls just bore me
But the 2 Live girls make Me So Horny
I had a hoe doin' S & M
Marquis had a hoe doin' her and him
Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low
And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo'
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang
Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt
2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
What'll know 'bout havin' a party'
Fall up in the club, the envy of everybody
You make the money, so spend it
Baller parkin' Benz's lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best, and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The DJ's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Let's make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you're fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the 'Vert, baby, and ride out
I'll have you suckin' me up at the hide-out
Tell a bitch quick, I ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin''
It's a good time nigga, that's what I'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, I'm out
Chorus
Do ya wanna have a party'
2 live is throwin' another party!
Buttnaked ass shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're gonna see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Deep down south, we love to party
Dance floors packed, hoes shakin' they bodies
70's music still rulin' the disco
From South Beach to San Francisco
A late night fever, a sex crazed land
Wild-ass hoes to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about they ride, a 60s 'Vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' the sounds
Forget that shit, buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cuss-words, dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars, solicitin' freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stress ya'll, let's par-tyyy!
Chorus
Verse 2: Freak Nasty
I put my hand up on your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
So c'mon baby, just Pop That P'
And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them hoes freak everybody
Them other girls just bore me
But the 2 Live girls make Me So Horny
I had a hoe doin' S & M
Marquis had a hoe doin' her and him
Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low
And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo'
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang
Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt
2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
What'll know 'bout havin' a party'
Fall up in the club, the envy of everybody
You make the money, so spend it
Baller parkin' Benz's lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best, and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The DJ's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Let's make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you're fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the 'Vert, baby, and ride out
I'll have you suckin' me up at the hide-out
Tell a bitch quick, I ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin''
It's a good time nigga, that's what I'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, I'm out
Chorus
2 Live Is Here | 2 Live Crew
Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away...
Clay D:
YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!)
EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!)
JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!)
LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!)
HEYYYYYY!
Verse 1
[Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out
The nastiest niggas representin' the South
With the freakiest bitches from the sunshine state
Dissin' off niggas out to playa hate
Butt-naked hoes is all we do
'Cause no one got the freaks like the Crew
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
After me there'll be no more left of 'em
The last booty-shake gangsta
Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
I got the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 Live, until the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut')
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut')
(2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
Verse 2
[Kid Ice] We're Nasty As we Wanna Be
They dropped the ban and set us free
Lil' Joe turned us loose in the United States
To see how much wreck we'd create
'Cause there ain't no party like a 2 Live Party
'Cause a 2 Live Party don't stop!
So come to the party and have no fear
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out
Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch that's hoin', and keep goin'
Marquis ain't gon' ever change
I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name
Shine like the diamond I'm named after
When it comes to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' master
Chorus
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] We're the first motherfuckers in the bass game
Respect is due when you mention our name
Representin' the South with the bottom-boy style
Known worldwide with the Miami style
'Cause there ain't nothin' better in any land
Than the Brother Marquis and the Chinaman!
Bow down to the best from far and near
It's the Real Ones, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if I fuck and I nut quick
I'm off the chain, I'm off the key
Uncut G, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Chorus
Clay D:
HEYY! OWW, WORK IT! (DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!)
PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!)
GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!)
SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!)
WORK YO' BODY! (SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT!)
DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...)
OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!)
A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!)
2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A PARTY!)
IT'S '98! (COME ON, LET'S GET IT!)
JUST WORK IT ON, GET IT ON!
SHAKE IT ON, GET IT ON! (2 LIVE CREW!)
YO' BODY! (YOU KNOW WE GOTTA, GET LOOSE NOW!)
Chorus
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away...
Clay D:
YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!)
EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!)
JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!)
LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!)
HEYYYYYY!
Verse 1
[Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out
The nastiest niggas representin' the South
With the freakiest bitches from the sunshine state
Dissin' off niggas out to playa hate
Butt-naked hoes is all we do
'Cause no one got the freaks like the Crew
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
After me there'll be no more left of 'em
The last booty-shake gangsta
Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
I got the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 Live, until the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut')
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut')
(2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
Verse 2
[Kid Ice] We're Nasty As we Wanna Be
They dropped the ban and set us free
Lil' Joe turned us loose in the United States
To see how much wreck we'd create
'Cause there ain't no party like a 2 Live Party
'Cause a 2 Live Party don't stop!
So come to the party and have no fear
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out
Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch that's hoin', and keep goin'
Marquis ain't gon' ever change
I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name
Shine like the diamond I'm named after
When it comes to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' master
Chorus
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] We're the first motherfuckers in the bass game
Respect is due when you mention our name
Representin' the South with the bottom-boy style
Known worldwide with the Miami style
'Cause there ain't nothin' better in any land
Than the Brother Marquis and the Chinaman!
Bow down to the best from far and near
It's the Real Ones, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if I fuck and I nut quick
I'm off the chain, I'm off the key
Uncut G, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Chorus
Clay D:
HEYY! OWW, WORK IT! (DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!)
PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!)
GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!)
SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!)
WORK YO' BODY! (SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT!)
DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...)
OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!)
A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!)
2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A PARTY!)
IT'S '98! (COME ON, LET'S GET IT!)
JUST WORK IT ON, GET IT ON!
SHAKE IT ON, GET IT ON! (2 LIVE CREW!)
YO' BODY! (YOU KNOW WE GOTTA, GET LOOSE NOW!)
Chorus
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Real One | 2 Live Crew
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (') for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (') and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh' Whut'
The real one! Huh, nigga whut']
Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup'"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
Chorus
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (') for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (') and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh' Whut'
The real one! Huh, nigga whut']
Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup'"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
Chorus
Yakety Yak | 2 Live Crew
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak")
[Brother Marquis]:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because as long as you're livin' under their roof
You better mind your mouth, or get Dad's boot
It's the simples thing that they ask of you
Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too
But it always never seems to get done, so ...
[Luke]
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
You better wax that kitchen flo'
Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Ha haaa!
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Don't touch that phone when it rings
You're under restriction 'till your room is cleaned
It'll take away your spending cash
You better have it cleaned, quick and fast
Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed
It gotta be spotless from front to back
You might as well get off your butt and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sightOr you don't go out Friday night
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Don't you roll yo' eyes at me, boy!
[Brother Marquis]
This house is dirty, it's a total mess
No need to be rude, so don't get dressed
There's a lot of things that have to be done
If you don't, then you have no fun
Now pack the basket with those dirty clothes
And go to the laundromat before it closes
There's no need to pout or frown around, so ...
[Luke]
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundry-mat
And when you're finished doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
(Mixx scratches "Take out the papers and the trash" and "Breakdown!")
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Behind your dad's back, you roll your eyes
Always plottin' and schemin' and plannin' lies
But you're always doin' things to make him mad
Instead of doin' right for good old dad
So tell your friend you're not hangin' out
Just do as I say, 'cause I'm the man of the house
You better act like you got some sense and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's stiff, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
What you say to me boy'
[Brother Marquis]:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because as long as you're livin' under their roof
You better mind your mouth, or get Dad's boot
It's the simples thing that they ask of you
Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too
But it always never seems to get done, so ...
[Luke]
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
You better wax that kitchen flo'
Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Ha haaa!
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Don't touch that phone when it rings
You're under restriction 'till your room is cleaned
It'll take away your spending cash
You better have it cleaned, quick and fast
Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed
It gotta be spotless from front to back
You might as well get off your butt and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sightOr you don't go out Friday night
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Don't you roll yo' eyes at me, boy!
[Brother Marquis]
This house is dirty, it's a total mess
No need to be rude, so don't get dressed
There's a lot of things that have to be done
If you don't, then you have no fun
Now pack the basket with those dirty clothes
And go to the laundromat before it closes
There's no need to pout or frown around, so ...
[Luke]
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundry-mat
And when you're finished doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
(Mixx scratches "Take out the papers and the trash" and "Breakdown!")
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Behind your dad's back, you roll your eyes
Always plottin' and schemin' and plannin' lies
But you're always doin' things to make him mad
Instead of doin' right for good old dad
So tell your friend you're not hangin' out
Just do as I say, 'cause I'm the man of the house
You better act like you got some sense and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's stiff, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
What you say to me boy'
Hoochie Mama | 2 Live Crew
[Intro]: [Mr. Mixx]
Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I don't know my reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
But the bitch ain't shit, so you need to make a switch
Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Triflin' slimy, don't try me
Playin' on the phone' You supposed to be grown
Bitch, stop lyin', I ain't with it
Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends'
Fuck theatrics, you ain't no actress
Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it
The bitch is full of DRAMA!!
Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma!
Chorus (2x): [Mr. Mixx]
She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Hoe I love your big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Actin' like you're so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies
Ones who like to pop that coochie
[Hoo wee!] Miami style!
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
'Cause freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favorite time is 69
Bitch you know it's hoochie time
Fuck what you heard and save the drama
All I want is my hoochie mama!
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!]
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
Mama just don't understand Why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, our way, my way
Trick or freak, and I hit it on Friday
[Fresh Kid Ice]:
Girl, you know you look so cute
Ridin' 'round town in ya Dazzey Dukes
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]:
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
[Luke]:
BREAKDOWN!!!
(Mixx scratches: "God damn, you a trooper!)
Outro(2x): [Mr. Mixx]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I don't know my reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
But the bitch ain't shit, so you need to make a switch
Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Triflin' slimy, don't try me
Playin' on the phone' You supposed to be grown
Bitch, stop lyin', I ain't with it
Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends'
Fuck theatrics, you ain't no actress
Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it
The bitch is full of DRAMA!!
Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma!
Chorus (2x): [Mr. Mixx]
She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Hoe I love your big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Actin' like you're so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies
Ones who like to pop that coochie
[Hoo wee!] Miami style!
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
'Cause freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favorite time is 69
Bitch you know it's hoochie time
Fuck what you heard and save the drama
All I want is my hoochie mama!
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!]
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
Mama just don't understand Why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, our way, my way
Trick or freak, and I hit it on Friday
[Fresh Kid Ice]:
Girl, you know you look so cute
Ridin' 'round town in ya Dazzey Dukes
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]:
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
[Luke]:
BREAKDOWN!!!
(Mixx scratches: "God damn, you a trooper!)
Outro(2x): [Mr. Mixx]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Hangin' Out | 2 Live Crew
["It's not the way to do it!"]
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that' You wanted beef'
Punk, you got a problem' I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that' You wanted beef'
Punk, you got a problem' I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
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