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| 2:42 |
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| 3:19 |
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| 3:10 |
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| 14. |
| 2:47 |
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| 15. |
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| 16. |
| 3:29 |
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| 2:14 |
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| 2:44 |
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| 3:04 |
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| 3:27 |
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| 3:34 |
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| 1. |
| 4:15 |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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| 4. |
| - |
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| 5. |
| 4:33 |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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| 8. |
| 4:41 |
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| 9. |
| 3:52 |
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| 4:23 | 
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Oaria raio
Oba Oba Oba Mas que nada Sai da minha frente Eu quero passar Pois o samba esta animado O que eu quero e sambar Este samba Que e misto de maracatu E samba de preto velho Samba de preto tu Mas que nada Um samba como esse tao legal Voce nao vai querer Que eu chegue no final |
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| 11. |
| 3:49 |
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It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio It's the eh, it's the ethnic It's the hip hop dance, let's sing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man 'Cause you know I gotta go to her place I go to another space when I look at her face And look at her eyes they're deep like pools of water I'm really turned on now and I know that I oughta Hold her hand, let my love pour dance on the dance floor If you can't dance, baby, I can show you Jus' clap yo' hand and let the music take you And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah And shake your waist, ah, and you can tip it up Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah And then I feel you when I keep pace, ah And then we dance, and we let the music happenin' We fall in love all over again, again, again, we say Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing And check it out, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah It's Will.i.am, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah Can't be wastin' time, yeah, I gotta make my move, man Gotta girlie lookin' at me, peeping at my hood, man No time to waste when you're up in the spout 'Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block So I git myself together, make sure I'm looking smooth, man Walk up pumpin' it as, and what you do, man She tol' me she chillin' and they doin' nuthin So I said maybe later we can get in the sun We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy By the way baby what's your sign She said, "Virgo", I said, "Pisces mine" And this was her favorite dish And I never met a virgin pretty like this Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it Let's do it, do it, do it Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip, it's Q-tip Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the beat on point, yeah Is Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the groove on point, yeah Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah You know they love it like this, yeah Because we got it like this, yeah You know we love it like this, yeah Yeah, it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all Will.i.am in da house with Sergio Q-tip's in da house on the radio On the radio, on the radio On the radiya, diya, diya, diya, diya, di, radio |
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| 12. |
| 3:58 |
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A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone A fish, a flash, a silvery glow A fight, a bet, the flange of a bow The bed of the well, the end of the line The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, a drop, the end of the tale A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light The sound of a shot in the dead of the night A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift, a flight, a wing A hank, a quail, the promise of spring And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, a bee, a bite A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain A snail, a riddle, a wasp or a stain A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, the end of the road The rest of a stump, a lonesome road A sliver of glass, a life, the sun A knife, a death, the end of the run And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart |
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| 13. |
| 4:18 |
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| 14. |
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| 15. |
| 3:55 |
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Vem Magalenha roj??짙o, traz a lenha pro fog??짙o, vem fazer arma??짠??짙o.
Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de coi??쨀, ??짤 curtir o ver??짙o. (Women)창?짝same as above.. Vem Magalenha roj??짙o, traz a lenha pro fog??짙o, vem fazer arma??짠??짙o. Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de coi??쨀, ??짤 curtir o ver??짙o. Te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te Vem Magalenha roj??짙o, traz a senha pro fog??짙o.. te te te cora??짠??짙o. Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de xod??쨀, meu dever de ver??짙o. (Women)창?짝 same as above.. Vem Magalenha roj??짙o, traz a senha pro fog??짙o.. te te te cora??짠??짙o. Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de xod??쨀, meu dever de ver??짙o. Te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te O calangulango, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar, daquele tempo que vivia l??징 na ro??짠a com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria. (Women).. same above Calangulango, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar, daquele tempo que vivia l??징 na ro??짠a com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria. Calangulango, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar, daquele tempo que vivia l??징 na ro??짠a com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria. Te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te Vem Magalenha roj??짙o, traz a senha pro fog??짙o.. te te te cora??짠??짙o. Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de xod??쨀, meu dever de ver??짙o. (Women)창?짝 same as above.. Vem magalenha roj??짙o, traz a senha pro fog??짙o.. te te te cora??짠??짙o. Hoje ??짤 um dia de sol, alegria de xod??쨀, meu dever de ver??짙o. Te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te te |
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| 3:20 |
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