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No me gustan los triunfitos, pero una cancion q escucho mucho ultimamente solo pq me transmite positivismo es Todo irá bien de Chenoa
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SIR MIX-A-LOT LYRICS
"Baby Got Back" [Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff* I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! (LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck* Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back! Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3". [Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! (Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x] |
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Uau... no recordaba q esta canción de mi niñez tuviera esta letra plagada de significados ocultos egipcio-masónico-herméticos...
Barón Rojo - Tierra de Nadie A un lado tu odio, al otro tu amor la duda infinita, el viejo dolor y mientras recelas del bien y del mal por un sumidero la vida se va nadie da nada por nada hay que pagar devuelve el espejo tu imagen fugaz y no estás seguro de tu identidad tu nombre no existe dejaste el redil y en tierra de nadie tendrás que vivir Nadie, te acompañará allí nadie, y recuerda que no tendrás un guía, no esperes protección, ni compasión. Tierra de nadie, oscuridad sin rumbo fijo debes vagar pero piensa que ahora eres LIBRE! No perteneces a una facción no crees en dogmas de religión lo mas probable será que creas solo en ti, en tu propia fuerza. No crees en banderas, prefieres luchar por la madre tierra por la humanidad no cavas trincheras en donde vivir ni crees en consignas por las que morir. No crees en partidos es triste saber que gana el que gane tú vas a perder no crees en promesas que no cumplirán los falsos mesías, te engañarán. Estás en tierra de nadie ya, en un sombrío lugar entre dos bandos que al atacar te atacan a ti no puedes huir irán a por ti. No escucharán tu predicción de una herencia letal pero dirán "tiene razón" cuando quizá sea tarde ya. |
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Petrified, de Mesh.
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Downfall de children of bodom. Por lo menos a mí me anima...
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