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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga.. Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!) Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in *NEW YORK, NEW YORK The city, the buildings The big rotten apple, old timers and children NEW YORK, NEW YORK We trendsetters We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better We NEW YORK, NEW YORK The latest fashion, listen We get our jewels from the Diamond District Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK The brave, the great The Eastside nigga, the Empire State Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains Marquis diamonds all up in your face We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now Y'all bitches bow down, to.. *Repeat Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse You try to insult me and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was? Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through Silent murder, that's how we do Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see I'ma be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis +Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of *Repeat Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn.. Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O. Nigga! Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla! Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that! |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Yo yo Angie, come downstairs, the pump is open
Hurry up ma! Put your socks, put your slippers on! C'mon ma hurry! (Alright then, I got it) Oooohhh Angie.. Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh.. Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah I started in Brooklyn, comin up in the game Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same Angela, delinquent, I thought I was grown I went through a lot things way before I was known See my moms, she never knew I would make it all start She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt I played hooky all day while she was hard at work Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse Moved the fam to Miami in hopes of changin my ways A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured Success would be the only thing that I was fightin for I was determined to get there, and keep it hot Since that day my only goal was to reach the top *To every little girl, on every block that's comin of age tryin to reach the top I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile It's crazy, when I think back, sometimes I have to cry Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not This go back to ninety-three when I got the job at Hot I used to answer the phones for Flex, do overnight spurts Back then, I was like, "Hey who knows? It might work" I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin Cause in ninety-five, I was every day, six to ten I put in a lot of work so I could bring in my listeners I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us I was new at my thang, but I was doin my thang And I would never let nobody try to ruin my thang But of course, there were people couldn't stand where I was Cause although know I'm in, I wasn't made what I was Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile? *Repeat Angela.. (uh-huh) Angela.. (hahahah) Angela.. (wooh!) Angela.. (uhh, uhh) Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true Like the one about me not bein down for my women And I hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute How bout the one that goes, 'Yeah, she goes with him. He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.' And I'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face It'd been different if she said what she said to my face As for men, who knows where my story will start I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart So I'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment cause there's things that I wouldn't allow But I'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow Try to stay on the low while I'm watchin your hype grow Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style But I know, like you know, that you're fragile *Repeat Angela.. Angela.. Angela.. Angela.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie
Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! *Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dale juebos!" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." *Repeat Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
(pa-ra-ra-ra)..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. geah (pa-ra-ra-ra).. lets get it goin' now (pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg, uhh (pa-ra-ra-ra).. Angie (pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my ladies and my gents (pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my players and my pimps (pa-ra-ra-ra).. uhh, uhh yo.. (pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg!... Yo, uhh *Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up We gon' be poppin' in the bitch until you had enough Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors (c'mon, c'mon) I set 'em up (uhh, uhh), wet 'em up; Angie's chillin' (shut up!) Get 'em up off they seat In the LBC - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free We get the DPG.. on yo' radio station for the Y2G "Up Close and Personal", West Coast professional (professional!) Nigga what'chu reppin' for? Dogg what'chu got yo' weapon for? Bitch nigga get the steppin', smo' (get the steppin') You besta' back up off'a me I break you up (break you up), wake you up (wake you up) Shake you up (shake you up), and take you up (uhh) On top'a the world, baby girl (girl) Big Dogg yes y'all in this BI (holla) I keep it PI for all the people (people), mami's wit' the fine punani's I'm in the projects, on deck Baby come find me, and gimmie what I gotta get I know you feel me now I want you feel this dick See that's gangsta' shit (gangsta' style) It taste like E and J brandy sweet, like candy Baby said she wanna be down wit' a nigga Brandy Aw fuck wit' yo' man then.. *Repeat It's the big bamboo rollin' (rollin') Prada purse swollen (swollen) Ben Franklin foldin', we here to get it goin' 'Bout to bust in the party wit' my people (wit' my people) Flyin' out West Side in my Zito (Zito!) And I'm sittin' on chrome, status well known From a small lot in Brooklyn, I buy this side chrome (okay!) If you wit' me let me hear ya (aight, aight!) And if you lift it and you feelin' (aight, aight!) Cozmos when I toastin' Crackin' jokes wit' my girls, clown roastin' (how high?) Fake ballers in the spot high postin' Get out my air, can't you see my lows are frozen? (we!) You see niggaz be partyin', checkin' out my body and, get out outta hand I gotta quarter Terror Squadians or D-O-double-G'll to come and get'cha Get the picture (who is ya), they'll flip ya (f'real) *Repeat (x2) East Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) West Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) North Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) Down South.. (aight).. they gettin'.. (aight, aight) Snoop Dogg.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) Angie.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) Everybody.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight) We gettin.. (aight).. y'all gettin'.. (aight, aight) Pa-Ra-Ra-Ra x18 |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon *Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse Niggaz need to rehearse (you) Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse Make you react first Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst Blast me, we floss fancy, me and Angie Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof) Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami! Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us Most high we trust, other than that Everybody suspect, don't bother come test Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it Linda Carter of the rap game With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn man the game plan's arran-gin a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep Confess sometimes I roll deep Underestimating mine is to not know me I, analyze, every situation And I rise to any occasion And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
yo... (Angie) ...Who's this? Cuben... (Angie) ...It didn't sound like you waz' up pa!? Waz up booby?... ...(laughs)...Your way... Waz up my sister my motherfuckin'... (Angie) ...ju miss me??.. say you jus cam back from Cuba ... (Angie) yeah man it was crazy babe cohibas all day I know you brought me a Cohiba... (Angie) ...No doubt waz up baby how you doing we go party tonight? (Angie) allright we going to jimmy's call domingo... ... I'll call domingo I'll tell 'em to meet us there... (Angie) aiight baby see ya tonight |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Graso, vamos pa'l club seguro que no
Que ah?'ta Angie Martinez, 'ta Cuban Link y Domingo Una cosita ah?que te voy a poner por los pie Pa 'certe bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser co?, tigeraso.. *Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana Ay.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la mayana Ay.. Santo Domingo - tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Columbia, Venezuela y la Bahamas Ay.. Costa Rica, Waitahanui Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, con esto nadie no para Ay.. Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt Got the fella's goin nuts, girl it's too much Got me four numbers already, the night's still young Papi work the room, handsome like WHAT! Mami got new shoes, hair done like WHAT! Me, you, speed through - "Yeah, yeah good to meet'cha, how you doin?" Afraid to be the one baby take it floor Don't say nuttin dumb, maybe we could do more! Cause it's our night and it's okay! Work hard all day, now we ready to play And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M At Jimmy's.. at Jimmy's! *Repeat Uhh.. creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac You could go wit a grey Mac, BRRRA! Run, duck, son - what the fuck? See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut Bag yo' chick, give her none of the bucks Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut Cause I bust quick like for ton in the bed and I broke out wit more guns in a truck! Yo, yo.. Ain't nuttin stoppin us from droppin and rockin the whole metropolis We lockin this down, straight up and down We too hot to miss, got the shit to make 'em lose it they can't refuse it cause it ain't nuttin like hip hop music! New shit - took a merengue beat looped it Exclusive, without doubt, this shit's stupid! Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asuste! Domingo drop the bomb, I got the fuse lit *Repeat Whoo, whoo.. hey! Strobe light twirlin, smoke everywhere Dance floor flooded, hands in the air Bar in the back, ballers in the rear Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah All night cause it feels real good And good wood from a nigga in the hood Ladies - shake it, shake it like a real girl should Let it be understood that I'm wit my friends and we ready to go Connects wit Ellies to Santo Domingo! And I, won't rest 'til I'm poppin at the show watchin all my people shoutin "Go, ma, go!" So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!) Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If we havin big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If you rep Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) C'mon.. *Repeat Boriqua, morena; girl I wanna take ya back to Cuba (Cuba) Habana (Habana), c'mon pretty mama Jamaica, Puerto Rico o Santo Domingo We could take it there! Yeah, yeah, and bring your silk underwear on! *Repeat .. and bring your silk underwear on!.. .. and bring your silk underwear on!.. .. and bring your silk underwear on!.. .. and bring your silk underwear on!.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
On any day, in the hood
In front of any building, you can find some chicks And what will they talk about? Niggaz Yo, yo get the fuck outta here! Yeah, that fuckin bum motherfucker Pico and shit from around the corner, that nigga be wildin Uh-huh, yeah.. I know this player named Ricky, push an 850 Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie And in a quickie, Ricky turns into tricky Aiyyo but what about his man? Cuz named Stan Run around town in the plush Benz van Ice all around his Rolex band but runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams Yeah jerk that nigga, I heard of that nigga The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit He must be listenin to too much Jigga Buddy Longdough, he got no figures Yo, aiyyo I know you know Ralph, up on Tiebout He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out Walk around town with the weed and heat out And he loco in the coco, dank weed out *All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell? What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what? What set you claim nigga, is it love or what? x2 Rude bwoy name Brian, nigga stay lyin Got regular, but he swear it's Hawaiian Part time dealer, part time client Smokin up what he should be supplyin And yo that kid Black, don't know how to act Wanna keep the Timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!) Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track But I like that kid, he can keep comin back! Everybody back up, back up off the ropes All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up We're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the ropes! Move back.. back.. back.. back.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Whoo!
*Even though you got no money Other chicks be actin funny It don't matter boy cuz I got love for you [a nice guy that like to fuck alot] I'm so tired of all these playaz And I don't mean to be a hater But I know just what I'm lookin for [a nice guy that like to fuck alot] This is for my on the low niggas Average joe niggas You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas Big up, big up all the regular dudes Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice But a girl get tired of payin the price See it aint what we eat, it's how we do I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ Fuckin wit you, you gon get to my heart We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park And when it come to lovin, you go hard... Yeah, now that's really what a girl want And uh, nobody can do me Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you Beat it *Repeat Yo, yo, uh I shine, you shine Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles Not tryin to stick it to models You know misled bitches, after your riches Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on Matter fact you the rea-son That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more I wanna low key nigga fo' sho You don't really gotta be my boyfriend I'm sayin though... *Repeat But I got Cristal ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though? I got some things I wanna talk to you about Yeah? y'know, don't front girl What is it, what is it, that you have that I need I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin? I got good looks, I got furs Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need in my life... I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man, ain't too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that... Tell you what.. I got cars... You got cars? I got houses, I got what you need, what you need? But the thing is, the thing is I got a job You gotta be out? No I gotta job Oh you gotta job? Right so I have things What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl But I like to work, I like... I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean That's really special Huh? That's really special That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need.. You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal? No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table I'm bringin alotta things to the table, I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need and I don't even know you like that but I'm... But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love... |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey!
Sometimes you gotta, catch yo' breath and all the time you gotta watch yo' step and catch me all on yo' neck, stressin 'bout "What you doin next?" And I ain't got much left, tolerance wit a hoop-la La hodienda no se para nunca, yeah They give it to you but I keep it movin while I'm runnin wit the rap race But I need a little damn space, to breathe I gotta just do me, why I always gotta be sexy huh? Would you mind when you spill it like me? In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh? Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door so I can parlay, it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah *Gotta be free, gotta do me Gotta get away, get away Gotta gimmie some time to breathe Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah C'mon ladies come ride wit me Gotta get away, get away Gotta relax your body! Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit go How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes work a job, come home, mop the floors, watch the soaps? Nah, no time for that, besides The Young and the Restless is kinda wack Plus thats that time you can be in the gym gettin ya legs tight, gettin ya head right Doin it every night in summer time almost You wanna ass lookin firm when they come up close One of single mother types wit a couple of kids? Nuttin come before them, don't give a fuck who it is You a proud ass woman, never cry for help Been doin it for years all by yourself For cryin out loud, can ya get your props? Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don't stop and ya nigga wanna stress, gettin no rest Takin no breaths, it's P.M.S. Wanna know when do I get my day Wanna pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah *Repeat (Angie over Chorus) C'mon, check it out yo.. Yo neccesito un poco de paz -- en mi vida Neccesito un poco de paz -- en mi vida Some times a girl just wants to be free from what you think of me baby please get up off my back and give a girl some space because we're livin in a big bad place I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and (breathe) breeeaathe! |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Featuring Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G. Rap & The L.O.X.
[unknown singer] Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town {*car tires peeling out*} [Angie Martinez] Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B. When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? [The L.O.X.] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store With the work across the street and the gun in the stall Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder a lot Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy L.O.X. hold the hammers like we waitin for screws With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT? [Angie Martinez] Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin? [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains Four finger rings, black belts with brass names I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details [Brett] I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what? Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal. Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now." You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems Thirty R&B joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad I'm just glad, got my time to shine Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes [Angie Martinez] Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G. [Kool G. Rap] It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched with no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk So tell me who's the next man to flip? I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it [Angie Martinez] Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on this Comin live and direct with no nonsense Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you by "Up Close and Personal" |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
What's this?
(unfolding of letter) Dear Angie I know we've been together a long time boo But I'm writing this letter cus I really couldn't face you like It's kinda ill I gotta a lot things going on right now And I met somebody too So I need a little space ma for real *This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon pay Think a letta like this gon kill me dude? Shit you was lucky I was real wit you Shit you was lucky I was feeling you Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do I remember all the things that we did in my house Should of never left shit in my house Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out You would never know what I'm about When I'm in doubt I walk away like it's the in thing Follow all my instincts The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing Who the hell you think ya pimpin? Not me you can go I don't care what you leaving me for If you stay you'll be deceiving me more Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor You didn't think that I would even the score Through the heat of it all I was there for you Cared for you But you never gave the love back I don't care if you a thug cat Ain't no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out Put a brick through you windshield I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel Since day one I've always been real But you took it for granted damnit You got me actin foul Think you a playa international? Got your bank card know your pin number so I'm cashin now On some funny shit look who's laughing now I'ma sell all the jewelry you left behind Me being deaf, dumb, and blind Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind Thought you never gonna wreck my mind *Repeat (x2) You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did I ain't the one for the wedding ring Your doing this for your benefit You degenerate Stab me in the back like a Benidect But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type Should've knew from the getgo But it's cool I can live I can learn get wise to my life It ain't hard for me to let go I'm a strong ass woman Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed Let a nigga try to wear me down Now the rain is gone I can see clearly now Where my mentals at you should fear me now Look really how Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back Your a bitch for the way you act You want to be in the front while I played the back And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that? That's crazy wack You ain't never wanna help the team Did things that I felt were mean But I let it all go Never paid it no mind Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem When you dealt with me you had things that you never had Niggas knew I was your better half Now you got a new bitch Pray to God hope she know about me And if not I'm gonna tell her ass Stella had to get her groove back Nigga move back Who me I'm just moving on Mary J. said the best when said that I'm not gon cry Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song But I'ma leave it alone Cus I'm a bigga bitch Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast He should've died Keep this in mind Mothafucka wish I never would've met your ass *Repeat (x2) I don't care though You can go now Pack your shit up I don't need you x2 |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love x2 Yo, hey yo, uhh Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin we only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile Thug love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now Yo.. yeah, uhh Yo, yo.. What's his name, what's the color of his Range, what's his game? Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane? Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that (Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack Up in Prominax, stickin them kids, by the laundromat Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply fuckin with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life *It's a thug love Searchin for love in the wrong places A thug love Lovin them rough with pretty faces Even though he ain't right for you Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you It's a thug love Searchin for love in the wrong places A thug love Lovin them rough with pretty faces Even though he ain't right for you Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger A thug and a player look the same in linen but one's packin a banger I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side that gets me energized Fly and confidant, respected and highly dominant Got me on the rise every time he draw me with compliments Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice It's only right that I let you know which route to go No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do' Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes You're sealin your fate let alone I feel it's your wake Eliminate all the wrongs in your life Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes *Repeat I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all) That's a damn shame, I see you fallin for this man's game The truth is even if he want it man he can't change That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind I know you right, but I'm torn inside I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride My only vice, saw the guy, leave my momma mortified It's no surprise, it happens all the time Got me stressin and I'm comin back for me Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call I need to, let it go need to stay focused But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless *Repeat |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
*How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)
(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw? In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor (Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more (Treme especial means treat me special) I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso (Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before) (Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more I like fast cars, I love faster chicks You don't need a small waist, I take ass and tits Love chicks that deep throat, love bein left alone on a Sunday afternoon with the remote Love havin my cake plus eatin it too Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too Love sexin girls on that boricua shit Love black girls that's when the Levi's fit Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it) Game got inherited Mama said if you find love you better cherish it Teach me! *Repeat I like to slow dance, I like to romance I like to.. stroll through the park holdin hands Ask me how my day was, tell me "Ma lookin pretty" On Sundays in the cut watchin "Sex and the City" Havin long talks and good lovin in the mornin Walk them dogs when my body is callin Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line No stress of course, cause I don't have the time Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz I'm rollin with ya and I hate a silly nigga Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it You buggin out of line on that thug shit is nothin Dealt with cats before that I had to train Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame One who played basketball and I had more game So por favor, papi stay in your lane *Repeat |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
*Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz (yeah, it's my thang) **Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) And I know how to do it Yo, whoo! Step up in the club like "Who up in here?" Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now! Shit ain't clear, cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper Checkin out the nigga with the Gucci parka, like Uh-huh, okay, whassup? It's a luv-a-dub, and it's your world I'm a choosy girl but we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl Cause you got that thang thang And we can do big thangz, but go, easy Like I told you before, cause I don't wanna hurt you pah.. huh And the name is Angela And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true *Repeat ** Repeat Uhh, since the start of it all Standin alone, claimin my own, y'know? Little that, little this Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit'll miss Man listen, it's, my, thang I'm, well connected Pull dem strings and I'm, not new On the block for a minute And I, won't stop 'til I get it, get it Comin widdit like the Punisher Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad Gettin focused now Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now But, back it up baby nice and slow Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe's In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me while I, move, my thang, c'mon *Repeat ** Repeat Yo.. I, come through - doin what I do Niggaz buggin out like, "Who the fuck knew?" Same chick from the radio dial Same one from the summer jam, gettin 'em wild But now my niggaz it's a new day BK always like Biggie doin "Jui-cy" Iced out like David Blaine What's it all about baby IT'S, MY, THANG ** Repeat *Repeat Yeah, I know how to move it.. I know how to do it.. I know how to move it man.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal (2001)
(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy.. Live from New York nigga.. [Angie] Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!) Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them f**kers And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in [Chorus: Prodigy] + Clue {ad libs} NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The city, the buildings [P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] We trendsetters [P] We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better We NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The latest fashion, listen [P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The brave, the great [P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State [Prodigy] Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game how we bully shit, you f**k around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains Marquis diamonds all up in your face We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now Y'all bitches bow down, to.. [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse You try to insult me and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb, who the f**k did you think it was? Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through Silent murder, that's how we do [Angie] Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see I'ma be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis +Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of [Chorus] [Clue] Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn.. Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O. Nigga! Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla! Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that! |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Yo yo angie, come downstairs, the pub is open Hurry up ma! put your socks, put your slippers on! C'mon ma hurry! (alright then, i got it) [the product g&b] Oooohhh angie.. Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh.. Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah [angie martinez] Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah I started in brooklyn, comin up in the game Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same Angela, delinquent, i thought i was grown I went through a lot things way before i was known See my moms, she never knew i would make it all start She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt I played hooky all day while she was hard at work Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse Moved the fam to miami in hopes of changin my ways A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured Success would be the only thing that i was fightin for I was determined to get there, and keep it hot Since that day my only goal was to reach the top [chorus: the product g&b] To every little girl, on every block That's comin of age tryin to reach the top I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile [angela martinez] It's crazy, when i think back, sometimes i have to cry Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not This go back to ninety-three when i got the job at hot I used to answer the phones for flex, do overnight spurts Back then, i was like, "hey who knows? it might work" I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin Cause in ninety-five, i was every day, six to ten I put in a lot of work so i could bring in my listeners I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us I was new at my thang, but i was doin my thang And i would never let nobody try to ruin my thang But of course, there were people couldn't stand where i was Cause although know i'm in, i wasn't made what i was Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile? [chorus] [the product g&b] Angela.. (uh-huh) angela.. (hahahah) Angela.. (wooh!) angela.. (uhh, uhh) [angie martinez] Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true Like the one about me not bein down for my women And i hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute How bout the one that goes, 'yeah, she goes with him. He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.' And i'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face It'd been different if she said what she said to my face As for men, who knows where my story will start I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart So i'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment Cause there's things that i wouldn't allow But i'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow Try to stay on the low while i'm watchin your hype grow Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style But i know, like you know, that you're fragile [chorus] {*the product g&b ad lib to the end*} |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
[Busta]
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez Sippin on mar-tinis Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit [A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit [B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon [B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy [A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby [Busta] Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse Niggaz need to rehearse (you) Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse Make you react first Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof) Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami! [Angie] Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us Most high we trust, other than that Everybody suspect, don't bother come test Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it Linda Carter of the rap game With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn man the game plan's arran-gin a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep Confess sometimes I roll deep Underestimating mine is to not know me I, analyze, every situation And I rise to any occasion And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
yo... (Angie) ...Who's this? Cuben... (Angie) ...It didn't sound like you waz' up pa!? Waz up booby?... ...(laughs)...Your way... Waz up my sister my motherfuckin'... (Angie) ...ju miss me??.. say you jus cam back from Cuba ... (Angie) yeah man it was crazy babe cohibas all day I know you brought me a Cohiba... (Angie) ...No doubt waz up baby how you doing we go party tonight? (Angie) allright we going to jimmy's call domingo... ... I'll call domingo I'll tell 'em to meet us there... (Angie) aiight baby see ya tonight |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Graso, vamos pa'l club esta noche, ¿como que no?
Que ahi'ta angie martinez, 'ta cuban link y domingo Una cosita ahi que te voy a poner pa' los pie Pa' hacerte bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser co'o, tijerazo... (tabaco, tabaco y ron...) (chorus: Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Angie Martinez over end of chorus) Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt Got the fella's goin nuts, girl it's too much Got me four numbers already, the night's still young Papi work the room, handsome like WHAT! Mami got new shoes, hair done like WHAT! Me, you, speed through "yeah, yeah, good to meet'cha, how you doin?" Afraid to be the one baby take it floor Don't say nuttin dumb, maybe we could do more! Cause it's our night and it's okay! Work hard all day, now we ready to play! And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M At Jimmy's... at Jimmy's! (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Sunkiss) Uhh... creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac You could go wit a grey Mac, BRRRA! Run, duck, son - what the fuck? See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut Bag yo' chick, give her none of the bucks Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut Cause I bust quick like for ton in the bed And I broke out wit more guns in a truck! (Cuban Link over end of Sunkiss) Yo, yo.. Ain't nuttin' stoppin' us from droppin' And rockin' the whole metropolis We lockin' this down, straight up and down We too hot to miss, got the shit to make 'em lose it They can't refuse it Cause it ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music! New shit - took a merengue beat looped it Exclusive, without doubt, this shit's stupid! Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asustes! Domingo drop the bomb, i got the fuse lit (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Angie Martinez over end of chorus) Whoo, whoo... hey! Strobe lights twirlin', smoke everywhere Dance floor flooded, hands in the air Bar in the back, ballers in the rear Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah All night cause it feels real good And good wood from a nigga in the hood Ladies - shake it, shake it like a real girl should Let it be understood That I'm wit' my friends and we ready to go Connects wit' Ellies to Santo Domingo! And I, won't rest 'til i'm poppin' at the show Watchin' all my people shoutin' "go, ma, go!" So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!) Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If we havin' big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If you rep Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) C'mon... (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Big Pun) Boricua, morena; girl i wanna take ya back to Cuba (Cuba) Habana (Habana), c'mon pretty mama Jamaica, Puerto Rico o Santo Domingo We could take it there! Yeah, yeah, and bring your silk underwearies on! (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Big Pun) ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Whoo!
CHORUS: Angie and Lil' Mo Even though you got no money Other chicks be actin funny It don't matter boy 'cause I got love for you "a nice guy that like to f**k alot" I'm so tired of all these playaz And I don't mean to be a hater But I know just what I'm lookin for "a nice guy that like to f**k alot" "Verse 1" This is for my on the low niggas Average joe niggas You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas Big up, big up all the regular dudes Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice But a girl get tired of payin the price See it aint what we eat, it's how we do I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ F**kin wit you, you gon get to my heart We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park And when it come to lovin, you go hard... Yeah, now that's really what a girl want And uh, nobody can do me Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you Beat it CHORUS "Verse 2" Yo, yo, uh I shine, you shine Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles Not tryin to stick it to models You know misled bitches, after your riches Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on Matter fact you the rea-son That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more I wanna low key nigga fo' sho You don't really gotta be my boyfriend I'm sayin though... CHORUS "Tony Sunshine" But I got Cristal ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love "Playa" {Angie} skit "I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though? I got some things I wanna talk to you about" "Yeah?" "y'know, don't front girl" "What is it, what is it, that you have that I need" "I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin? I got good looks, I got furs" "Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need in my life..." "I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man, aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that..." "Tell you what..." "I got cars..." "You got cars?" "I got houses, I got what you need, what you need?" "But the thing is, the thing is I got a job" "You gotta be out?" "No I gotta job" "Oh you gotta job?" "Right so I have things" "What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl" "But I like to work, I like..." "I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean" "That's really special "Huh?" "That's really special" "That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need..." "You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga" "I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal?" "No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table} "I'm bringin alotta things to the table, I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need and I don't even know you like that but I'm... "Tony Sunshine" But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love... |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
[Angie Martinez]
Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey! Sometimes you gotta, catch yo' breath and, all the time you gotta watch yo' step and, catch me all on yo' neck, stressin' 'bout "What you doin' next?" And I ain't got much left; tolerance wit' a hoop-la La hodienda no se para nunca, yeah They give it to you but I, keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rap race But I need a little damn space, to breathe I gotta just do me; why I always gotta be sexy huh? Would you mind when you spill it like me? In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh? Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door, so I can parle', it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus: Angie Martinez + singer] Gotta be free, gotta do me Gotta get away, get away Gotta gimmie some time to breathe Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah C'mon ladies come ride wit' me Gotta get away, get away Gotta relax your body! Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit gooo! [Angie Martinez - over end of Chorus] Gonna fly.. c'mon.. How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes work a job, come home - mop the floors, wash the sofas Nah, no time for that, besides, ya only rest when it's time to wack Plus thats that time you can be the gent, gettin' ya legs tight, gettin' ya head right Doin' it every night in summer time almost You wanna ass lookin' firm when they come up close One of single mother types wit' a couple of kids? Nuttin' come before them, don't give a f**k who it is You a proud ass woman, never cry for help Been doin' it for years all by yourself For cryin' out loud, can ya get your props? Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don't stop and, ya nigga wanna stress, gettin' no rest Takin' no breaths, it's PMS Wanna know when do I get my day Wanna pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus] [singer] Yo necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Some times a girl just wants to be free from what you think of me baby please get up off my back and give a girl some space because we're livin' in a big bad place I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and breathe, breeeaathe! |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Featuring Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G. Rap & The L.O.X.
[unknown singer] Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town {*car tires peeling out*} [Angie Martinez] Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B. When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? [The L.O.X.] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store With the work across the street and the gun in the stall Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder a lot Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy L.O.X. hold the hammers like we waitin for screws With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT? [Angie Martinez] Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin? [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains Four finger rings, black belts with brass names I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details [Brett] I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what? Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal. Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now." You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems Thirty R&B joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad I'm just glad, got my time to shine Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes [Angie Martinez] Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G. [Kool G. Rap] It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched with no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk So tell me who's the next man to flip? I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it [Angie Martinez] Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on this Comin live and direct with no nonsense Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you by "Up Close and Personal" |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Angie: what's this?
(unfolding of letter) Angie & guy: dear angie Guy: I know we've been together a long time boo But I'm writing this letter cus I really couldn't face you like It's kinda ill I gotta a lot things going on right now And I met somebody too So I need a little space ma for real [hook] This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon pay [verse 1] Think a letta like this gon kill me dude? Shit you was lucky I was real wit you Shit you was lucky I was feeling you Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do I remember all the things that we did in my house Should of never left shit in my house Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out You would never know what I'm about When I'm in doubt I walk away like it's the in thing Follow all my instincts The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing Who the hell you think ya pimpin? Not me you can go I don't care what you leaving me for If you stay you'll be deceiving me more Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor You didn't think that I would even the score Through the heat of it all I was there for you Cared for you But you never gave the love back I don't care if you a thug cat Ain't no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out Put a brick through you windshield I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel Since day one I've always been real But you took it for granted damnit You got me actin foul Think you a playa international? Got your bank card know your pin number so I'm cashin now On some funny shit look who's laughing now I'ma sell all the jewelry you left behind Me being deaf, dumb, and blind Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind Thought you never gonna wreck my mind [hook x2] [background hook] I don't care though You can go now Pack your shit up I don't need you [verse 2] You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did I ain't the one for the wedding ring Your doing this for your benefit You degenerate Stab me in the back like a benidect But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type Should've knew from the getgo But it's cool I can live I can learn get wise to my life It ain't hard for me to let go I'm a strong ass woman Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed Let a nigga try to wear me down Now the rain is gone I can see clearly now Where my mentals at you should fear me now Look really how Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back Your a bitch for the way you act You want to be in the front while I played the back And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that? That's crazy wack You ain't never wanna help the team Did things that I felt were mean But I let it all go Never paid it no mind Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem When you dealt with me you had things that you never had Niggas knew I was your better half Now you got a new bitch Pray to God hope she know about me And if not I'm gonna tell her ass Stella had to get her groove back Nigga move back Who me I'm just moving on Mary j. said the best when said that I'm not gon cry Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song But i'ma leave it alone Cus I'm a bigga bitch Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast He should've died Keep this in mind Mothafucka wish I never would've met your ass [hook until fades out x4] |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
(L-BURNA *HOOK*)
Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love (ANGIE) Yo, hey yo, uhh Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin We only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild But he had a touch of class and a million buck smile Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile Thug love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now (FAT JOE) Yo.. yeah, uhh Yo, yo.. What's his name?, what's the color of his Range?, what's his game? Was he kickin it like he love his train?, full of octane? Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that (Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack Up in Prominax, stickin them kids, by the laundromat Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply f***in' with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life (Chorus) *FAT JOE* It's a thug love *ANGIE* Searchin for love in the wrong places *FAT JOE* A thug love *ANGIE* Lovin them rough with pretty faces *FAT JOE* Even though he ain't right for you *ANGIE*Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you *FAT JOE*It's a thug love *ANGIE* Searchin for love in the wrong places *FAT JOE* A thug love *ANGIE* Lovin them rough with pretty faces *FAT JOE* Even though he ain't right for you *ANGIE* Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo (ANGIE) I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger A thug and a player look the same in linen But one's packin a banger I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes Mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side That gets me energized Fly and confident, respected and highly dominant Got me on the rise every time he drown me with compliments Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice? or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice (FAT JOE) It's only right that I let you know which route to go No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do' Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes You're sealin your fate let alone I feel it's your wake Eliminate all the wrongs in your life Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes (CHORUS + HOOK) (FAT JOE) I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all) That's a damn shame, I see you fallin for this man's game The truth is even if he want it man he can't change That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind (ANGIE) I know you right, but I'm torn inside I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride My only vice(?), saw the guy, leave my momma mortified It's no surprise, it happens all the time Got me stressin and I'm comin back for me Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call I need to, let it go need to stay focused But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless (CHORUS + HOOK) |
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*chorus(Jay-Z(Angie Martinez))*
How you say "my love" in spanish? (Mi amor) (How you say "my love" in thug?) Can I hit it raw? In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor (Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more (Tr'teme especial means treat me special) I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso (Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before) (Easy papi) Yea, teach me more (Jay-Z) I like fast cars,I love faster chicks You dont need a small waist.I take ass and tits Love chicks that deep throat, love being left alone on a Sunday afternoon with the remote Love having my cake plus eating it too Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do? Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too Love sexin girls on that boricua shit Love black girls when the levi's fit Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me Moms allowed it, Daddy was about it (Bout it) Game got inherited Mama said if you find love you better cherish it Teach me! *chorus* (Angie Martinez) I like to slow dance, I liketo romance I like to...stroll through the park holding hands Ask me how my day was, tell me "Ma looking pretty" On Sundays in the cut watchin "Sex and the City" Having long talks and good lovin in the morning Walk them dogs when my body is callin Fleash air force cuts a wound with a line No stress of course, cause I dont have the time Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz I'm rollin with ya and I hate a silly nigga Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it You buggin out of line on that thug shit its nothin Dealt with cats before that I had to train Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame One who played basketball and I had more game So por favor papi, stay in your lane *chorus* |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
Featuring Q-Tip
[Chorus: Q-Tip] Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz (yeah, it's my thang) [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] And I know how to do it [Angie Martinez] Yo, whoo! Step up in the club like "Who up in here?" Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now! Shit ain't clear, cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper Checkin out the nigga with the Gucci parka, like Uh-huh, okay, whassup? It's a luv-a-dub, and it's your world I'm a choosy girl but we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl Cause you got that thang thang And we can do big thangz, but go, easy Like I told you before, cause I don't wanna hurt you pah.. huh And the name is Angela And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true [Chorus] [Angie Martinez] Uhh, since the start of it all Standin alone, claimin my own, y'know? Little that, little this Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit'll miss Man listen, it's, my, thang I'm, well connected Pull dem strings and I'm, not new On the block for a minute And I, won't stop 'til I get it, get it Comin widdit like the Punisher Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad Gettin focused now Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now But, back it up baby nice and slow Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe's In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me while I, move, my thang, c'mon [Chorus] [Angie Martinez] Yo.. I, come through - doin what I do Niggaz buggin out like, "Who the fuck knew?" Same chick from the radio dial Same one from the summer jam, gettin 'em wild But now my niggaz it's a new day BK always like Biggie doin "Jui-cy" Iced out like David Blaine What's it all about baby IT'S, MY, THANG [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] And I know how to do it (yeah, it's my thang) [Chorus] [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. [Q] I know how to do it.. [A] I know how to move it man.. |
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from Angie Martinez - Up Close And Personal [Amended Version] (2001)
(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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from Angie Martinez - If I Could Go !/ Featuring Lil`Mo & Sacario [single] (2005)
(Lil' Mo) Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!
(Angie M) Oh yeah yeah (Lil' Mo) Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! (Angie M) Uh, woo! come on, uh (Lil' Mo) If I can go, with you (Angie M) Yo, yo, uh (Verse 1: Angie Martinez) If I can chose a place to go it gotta be far away From here we could crossover like Hardaway Somewhere outside the states where tommorow's like today And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay And, if I can go, with you Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool Have you ever been close to feelin like leavin the coast too Feelin like leavin with somebody who Hold you the right way while watchin the night fade Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade When you know what he likes and what he might say And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways And, if I can go, with you Way out the states no 2 ways and no page No cells and no trace, and you just a phone call away So all I got to say is (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Verse 2: Sacario) And, if I can go, with you Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed And cry you better know I know how to sneak with them toys And boy with the block since around 94 boy And, if I can flow, with you Huggin Tato after the studio I roll with you I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue Grown men keep on cryin get mo' tissue The way me and this girl be rhymin it's so official Them I'm takin a trip too with no pistols Cause everything peace only sand no streets Little Miami Heat that's the plan we'll see Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach And, I'll think I'll go, with you So tell the station you need a week back to you (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Bridge: Lil' Mo) You can fly away, no one has to know Will you take me with you, cause if I can go Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way To a foreign place, you got to tell me (Martinez Angie) Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin? We could plan a week The only question now is LaGuardia or Kennedy? (Sacario) And a seat, know why? the window cause I like to see And seein as to how I'm so fly me and the clouds can speak (Angie+S) And, since we 'bout to go, in a few (Sacario) Go 'head (Martinez Angie) Oh, I just wanted to tell Trace thank you That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin to say boo? (Sacario) Nuttin just grab my chain off the table and 2 way too (Martinez Angie) Ok, that little place it's a great move But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue (Sacario) And the shop's there? (Martinez Angie) If they don't got em, they don't make em ((Sacario:) True!) No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes Now, that we are on, our way And our bags is packed and the car service is not late Everything's ok, so I guess I catch you on the next track Now I don't gotta ask (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Outro: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly way, like there is no, no tomorrow And if I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all Nothing at all, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all |
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from Angie Martinez - If I Could Go !/ Featuring Lil`Mo & Sacario [single] (2005)
(Lil' Mo) Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!
(Angie M) Oh yeah yeah (Lil' Mo) Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! (Angie M) Uh, woo! come on, uh (Lil' Mo) If I can go, with you (Angie M) Yo, yo, uh (Verse 1: Angie Martinez) If I can chose a place to go it gotta be far away From here we could crossover like Hardaway Somewhere outside the states where tommorow's like today And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay And, if I can go, with you Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool Have you ever been close to feelin like leavin the coast too Feelin like leavin with somebody who Hold you the right way while watchin the night fade Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade When you know what he likes and what he might say And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways And, if I can go, with you Way out the states no 2 ways and no page No cells and no trace, and you just a phone call away So all I got to say is (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Verse 2: Sacario) And, if I can go, with you Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed And cry you better know I know how to sneak with them toys And boy with the block since around 94 boy And, if I can flow, with you Huggin Tato after the studio I roll with you I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue Grown men keep on cryin get mo' tissue The way me and this girl be rhymin it's so official Them I'm takin a trip too with no pistols Cause everything peace only sand no streets Little Miami Heat that's the plan we'll see Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach And, I'll think I'll go, with you So tell the station you need a week back to you (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Bridge: Lil' Mo) You can fly away, no one has to know Will you take me with you, cause if I can go Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way To a foreign place, you got to tell me (Martinez Angie) Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin? We could plan a week The only question now is LaGuardia or Kennedy? (Sacario) And a seat, know why? the window cause I like to see And seein as to how I'm so fly me and the clouds can speak (Angie+S) And, since we 'bout to go, in a few (Sacario) Go 'head (Martinez Angie) Oh, I just wanted to tell Trace thank you That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin to say boo? (Sacario) Nuttin just grab my chain off the table and 2 way too (Martinez Angie) Ok, that little place it's a great move But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue (Sacario) And the shop's there? (Martinez Angie) If they don't got em, they don't make em ((Sacario:) True!) No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes Now, that we are on, our way And our bags is packed and the car service is not late Everything's ok, so I guess I catch you on the next track Now I don't gotta ask (Chorus: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away (Outro: Lil' Mo) If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly way, like there is no, no tomorrow And if I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all Nothing at all, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all |
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from Angie Martinez - If I Could Go !/ Featuring Lil`Mo & Sacario [single] (2005)
(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
UHH...THE ANIMALS ARE INT HE BUILDING.......ANGELA!...Betta known as (ANGIEEEEE)
UHH LETS DOIT..... ALL I CAN DO IS GIVE YOU ME, IF YOU CHOSE TO BELIEVE ITS ON YOU/ I LIVE IN PEACE I CAN SLEEP BUT I DON'T CHOSE/ IM AN ANIMAL, THE PROMOS THE STATIONS, THE MOVIES, RAP REBECCA LOBO!/ I RUB ELBOWS WITH PEOPLE YOU COULDNT GET A HELLO FROM...WITH A MASK AND A GUN/ YOU DONT GOTTA ASK HOW COME OR WHERE IM AT'/ I WORK I WANNA MAKE THAT CLEAR TO KATS'/ NOTHINGS FOR FREE!' AND YOU KNOW YOU CANT RUN FROM ME'/ IM TEN YEARS DEEP YOU TOO YOUNG FOR ME!'/ YOU CAN SLEEP WHILE I DROP ALBUM NUMBER 3/ AND YEAH YOU CAN HATE BUT SOMEBODY LOVING ME'/ EVIDENTLY! NUMBER ONE AT 3 WITH VIDEOS ON MTV./ YOU CAN LEARN FROM ME'/ THEN ITS BACK TO THE STREETS CANT BE SERIOUS'/ ALBUM STILL SOLD CAN'T BE CURIOUS'/ CHORUS ANIMALS ..THATS HOW IT IS , THATS WHAT WE ARE, WALK WITH OUR HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS STRAIGHT BEAST, 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP WE ARE ANIMALS THATS HOW IT IS THATS WHAT WE ARE WALK WITH OUR HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS STRAIGHT BEAST 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP SAKARIO--THEY AINT UNDERSTANDIN ANGIE- TALK TO EM.... SAKARIO U DONT KNOW LIKE THE HIGHWAY PATROL I STAY ON A ROLL (ANIMALS)/ WHILE JOE IS PEEPING I KEEP CREATIVE CONTROL/ I VOCAL COACH, SHOW SINGERS HOW TO FLOW AND I ENGINEER SHOWS AND DO PROMOS (ALL OF DAT!)/ MAKING SHIT MORE CLEAR, CUZ THE ANIMALS IS AQUI NOW/(ANIMALS ANIMALS ANIMALS ANIMALS) ALL YOUR DEDICATED FANS IS ROLLIN WITH ME NOW'//(HA HA HA HA U CAN HIT ME DOING THEM FREESTYLEZ, I RATHER NOT, JUST DO IT I MAKE RECORDS AND WRITE SIXTEEN BARS IN 500 SECONDS' ITS SAKARIO AKA MR. GUATALO... IN EVERY TRACK MY SPITS IS A PROBLEM SO'/ SO... AND GIVE ME THE AMPS ..ESPACIO (SPACE)/ CHORUS WE ANIMALS! (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) THATS HOW IT IS THATS HOW WE ARE WALK WITH OUR HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS STRAIGHT BEASTS 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP WE ARE ANIMALS! THATS HOW IT IS THATS WHAT WE ARE WALK WITH OUR HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS STRAIGHT BEASTS 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP ANGIE LOOK IM A PROFESSIONAL,,IM NOT STRESSING YOU I DO WHATS BEST FOR ME U DO WHATS BEST FOR U! IM, NOT CONCERNED WITH A BULLSHIT NEVA WAS/ IM GETTIN MAD CUZ..BLOODS, KINGS, NETAS, AND ZULUS ALL OVER THIS WORLD IM OLD SCHOOL DO YOU'/ I PUT IN WORK AND I DO SHOWS/ THE PROMOS, REHEARSALS (aLL OF THAT@!) BACK TO INTERVIEWS NO TIME FOR MYSELF DRIVE THROUGH DINNERS NO TIME FOR MY HEALTH I WONDER HOW IM SURVIVING MYSELF ANGIE BEBE GOT THE TITLE AND BELT! THE QUEEN OF HIP HOP RADIO THROUGH THE MANY YEARS BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS HAPPY TO BE HERE ON A SEQUEL AND IM STILL WORKING I KNOW U GOT HATE IN YOUR BLOOD ITS STILL HURTIN IM AN ANIMAL! THATS HOW IT IS THATS WHAT WE ARE WALK WITH OUT HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS STRAIGHT BEASTS 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP WE ARE ANIMALS, THATS HOW IT IS , THATS WHAT WE ARE WALK WITH OUT HEADS UP HIGH CUZ WE ANIMALS WE STRAIGHT BEASTS 18 HOURS A DAY WORK NO SLEEP! ...ANGIEEEEEEEEEE............... |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
[Intro: A. Martinez]
Yo, uh The animals are here It's a new day...yo yo uh It's about being close to the ground like dope fiends and not even fallin' Some people frontin' now they keep callin' But that's life, ain't no grudge in my heart I could sleep mornings, that's the business I just keep that shit apart, that's the wisdom In my position get hard, I deal wit people from far Very few I keep close, that's how you keep from the scars You gotta move like a ghost, cause some people are stars And all of a sudden.. they forgot who they are But look at me I'm still Angie, back wit a plan B It's a new day you could sit down or stand me I just try to be an example, bringin' the animal out When everybody doubting underhand me Its ample time, If you could not see the big picture Cause there's plenty ladies like me I'm a big sista Always on the grind through whatever you say And just incase you ain't clear its okay It's a new day! [Chours1: 2x] If you need it to be, (uh) Then it can be (yea) It happen for me, It's a new day (a new day) [Chours2: 2x] Keep hoping, Keep focus Approaching, up, A new day Reaction to my first verse in a year it was clearly unexpected Me on a record, We must yea agree it was hectic Getting here half sleep and eating breakfast in my chair How I feel, it's a new day now, that's for real I was prepared to deal wit, whatever was given People dissecting what I'm spitting on, not giving me a chance Listen and understand, they ain't know how to react Off my 16 bars on that track, "She out or she back Damn" Then came a record ("If I could go") I'm not saying my shits perfected But if I could go's the beginning accept it, connected You already know, yes is an automatic question Automatically answered cause I'm flowing like you never heard Why second one it can't be said in words Except it had to be done, in other words I'm leaving on top You mad at me huh, believe it won't stop The love it's much stronger you can not break my hunger [Chorus1: 2x] [Chorus2: 2x] See they love for you to give up, can't wait for you to slip up As soon as you hit rock bottom, they never picking you up Or never picking you out, they always out when you pick But when your outfits is sick, or you got a hit Then every other word is, "No Doubt, When can we go out, When can we grab lunch," I only get mad once Cause when you get mad twice you sacrifice then a punch And then a situation jumps so I grab a blunt Roll it and spark it cause you media targets Pictures is blatant ya know what I'm saying This ain't ancient this is today shit but it's a new day shit no games get played shit No time get wasted, I learn from the worst situations ("yep") And I made it, everything I had in my heart I pushed and gave it So when I say it's a new day I mean it Cause when it's the truth you must agree shit! [Chorus1: 2x] [Chorus2: 2x] ya hear me singing [Chorus1: 2x] [Chorus2: 2x] we on our way animal house macneezy |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
[Lil' Mo] Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!! [Angie M] Oh yeah yeah {Lil' Mo] Yeaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!!! [Angie M] Uh, woo! come on, uh [Lil' Mo] If I can go, with you [Angie M] Yo, yo, uh [Verse 1: Angie Martinez] If I can chose a place to go it gotta be far away From here we could crossover like Hardaway Somewhere outside the states where tommorow's like today And I'm out in a space where nobody else can stay And, if I can go, with you Then I'll go get the ticket right now if that's cool Have you ever been close to feelin like leavin the coast too Feelin like leavin with somebody who Hold you the right way while watchin the night fade Make you feel like you right back in the ninth grade When you know what he likes and what he might say And you try to be calm and answer in nice ways And, if I can go, with you Way out the states no 2 ways and no page No cells and no trace, and you just a phone call away So all I got to say is [Chorus: Lil' Mo] If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away [Verse 2: Sacario] And, if I can go, with you Oh boy we 'bout to make a lot of people annoyed And cry you better know I know how to sneak with them toys And boy with the block since around 94 boy And, if I can flow, with you Huggin Tato after the studio I roll with you I send Dutch and three other goons to go get you Sacario the name hold weights the whole issue Grown men keep on cryin get mo' tissue The way me and this girl be rhymin it's so official Them I'm takin a trip too with no pistols Cause everything peace only sand no streets Little Miami Heat that's the plan we'll see Two cups, one in Senado one in Sand Beach And, I'll think I'll go, with you So tell the station you need a week back to you [Chorus: Lil' Mo] If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away [Bridge: Lil' Mo] You can fly away, no one has to know Will you take me with you, cause if I can go Soon as you say the word, we'll be on our way To a foreign place, you got to tell me [Angie Martinez] Yo, uh, so now that we got a plan are you comin? We could plan a week The only question now is LaGuardia or Kennedy? [Sacario] And a seat, know why? the window cause I like to see And seein as to how I'm so fly me and the clouds can speak [Angie+S] And, since we 'bout to go, in a few [Sacario] Go 'head [Angie Martinez] Oh, I just wanted to tell Trace thank you That week off I'm grateful what was you tryin to say boo? [Sacario] Nuttin just grab my chain off the table and 2 way too [Angie Martinez] Ok, that little place it's a great move But ain't no problems, unless the water don't stay blue [Sacario] And the shop's there? [Angie Martinez] If they don't got em, they don't make em ([Sacario:] True!) No concrete just sand, throw away your shoes Now, that we are on, our way And our bags is packed and the car service is not late Everything's ok, so I guess I catch you on the next track Now I don't gotta ask [Chorus: Lil' Mo] If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly away, like there is no, no tomorrow If I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, baby vamos, we'll fly away [Outro: Lil' Mo] If I can go, contigo, I'll pack my things, soon as you say Baby vamos, we'll fly way, like there is no, no tomorrow And if I can go, contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all Nothing at all, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
(Little Girl) and u will never break me til the day i die
(Angie) yo every time i turn around they say how i deal with that weak shit i told yall of the stages i cant agree wit we showed yall, promoted yall on how to freak shit ... but here's a little secret...uh uh we still number one blazin hip hop and r&b quick cuz its simple and plain how can u sit and complain quick when we payed the way for u to get in the game chicks nigga's wuteva...its only the real that they recognize by the real and since u dont recognize u know the deal How i feel? I dont no emotionz get showed if anything i feel violated being that we been cloned reporterz quit, i dont get caught up in the mix 10 years deep, i wuz brought up in this shit OG , big truck series, the carz is gone any questions? ill be directing ur commentz to alkatron...sing that shit a primitive mind is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die My reputation and my name is superb now add that with animal house and a flow thats like rain down a curb Cuz I , write a verse and I change a few words , edit and perfected it .. and and... Im still on the air about the dough be clear , u gotta go each year we lock and load beware im outta control animal mode will let u know not to hand me no goal everything i write hot like mah hand on a stove the ----- know bullshit dont effect me like a die hard knicks fan so na mas if's and's I could show u how power shit get ran and I cant get budged cuz when ur best friend is the jury bottom line is u cant get judged and that last line when ova ya head so u'll prolly neva know til ur dead eitha way wut i said iz real , sing a primitive mind is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die uh yo uh.. and im not bein cocky cuz i work mah way up and even tho it hurt neva gave up went from handin out fliers to number one major.. i dont ---------------------- im about dollaz, hold ur 2 centz saved up dropped mah first album neva rocc in mah life did everything on mah own wrote the songs, hit the mic get the beats all nice stayed up got it right minimal help, felt alone now u got a problem right ? cuz its animal house , the team iz here its a new day with me this year be clear , im focused best coaches , way too many peeps pro to machines and way to much heat still grounded neva been way up in the sky workaholic still spend days inside angie u could neva break me , i move wise and thats til the day I die , oh my god a primitive mind, is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand Cause, me, I'm free to choose It's possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Let's ride At one I arrive Walked past the line Damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch Place hot Couple of bottles champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd Chorus x2 I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home It's around 2 A.M. The mood is trend The club is snug I see him watching, love is love Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand I'm looking over her Sorry but I'm waiting for this man Is what I told her, so she could leave No breaking up my plans No time for talking about shows Or dates that I could host Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes My girls laughing They see me already imagining He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him I answered him He took my hand with him Dancing close I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach He must want it And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted Like they don't see That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace And to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see? Chorus All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight We making it hot on the dance floor today But my girls wanna leave cause there's nothing to take Nothing to meet Spot dead, nothing to see Then we all agree that we won't leave Cause some spots the papi's still come at three That's when I tell the DJ to run that please He dancing behind me I feel what's under his jeans And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme I mean I'm cool and the gang The music is playing Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting Almost time for breakfast Standing by the coat checkers Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's it And this night just ended Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely be remembered Chorus Would you be my boyfriend? For tonight only Would you be my boyfriend? For tonight only |
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been around the world all i see is straight bitches snitchin do anything for
that almight dolla but i aight goin holla ur pussy smell worse thin a fish tank so bounce while smoke this ounce |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
(Angie Martinez)
(Laughing) Whoo! Cool and Dre, baby Oh! (Laughing) It's club but it's still sexy Hey! Life is good I need it louder Yeah, man What is that? (Angie Martinez) What's that sound? If you outside the club, and your joint c'mon You just pop the truck Pull the car up and the line is packed, and you far You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like "Move bitch, get out the way", flash the bouncer to get out a payin' And that sound make you wanna get on stage Oh, you gotta move dem thangs Beat change It's a Cool and Dre thing That'll move your thang thang Remove your ring Change the sound Get your jewels all sweated up The booze is deaded up Anything goes Bring it back If you just catchin' up The sound coming outta the club, that's wassup! And they let you up Finally you dancing it up Movin' around, DJ Keith - (damn) (Chorus) I need that sound That new shit, that hot shit Make you move shit - what's that sound? That move crowds, that new sound Make you can kick down - who's that chick? That's Angie I'm manly! Screamin' Angie - what's that sound? And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the whiskey (Missy Elliott) 2002 be scared, cause I'm runnin' this shit this year Haters 'n haters you better be clear Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the Dirty South Is a drug-drop, c'mon check me out Ain't nobody does it easy sleezy And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me (owwww!) God damn, what's that sound? Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down? I'm no punk, but I kill her like time Get on the floor', yes yes m'am When I show up the club get cram Insecure bitch watch yo man! Me and Ang like butter on toast I don't mean to boast, but we do (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Hello? Oh that's my ears ringing I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin' As we leavin' the spot I'm still drinking Gotta' leave cause the cops are still waiting So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot Then purposely watch - we so blingin' And the truck is bright Light up the night Blinking, as we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking That sound still drowned the air waves The echo in my head feel like a bear cave So I sit back to the sound of this track Playin' on my way home - I can't forget that That beat when you hear from the street Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak Cause it don't even matter who be around Get... And that's DJ Keith - playin' that sound (Chorus x2) |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
(Life the brightest diamonds ever known Angie mar TS )
(take ??짝창?짝??쨔m to the record) I wish you understood how I feel 'cause these words is real After that bullshit I could have preferred to chill Or tell you what you deserve to get But I still sat back and heard ya shit You said chill it wasn??짝??????째 shit But come on I deserve to be mad That whole situation was bad I wished it was one of those moments In it I could break and just laugh But it was too serious to take what I had I mean what I had was deep It??짝??????짱 still deep but damn It??짝??????짱 sad to see how one weekend Can be like damn One situation, See I can??짝??????째 Have this type of relation He??짝??????짱 ma man or he??짝??????짱 ma nigga Or he??짝??????짱 ma try to understand Please pa honest is the plan And I don??짝??????째 mean please pa Begginwit ma hands I mean like please pa ma feelings damn Chorus See I know what your facing (I know) This fucked up situation (ohh oh) And maybe she might like me But me leavinain??짝??????째 likely (I ain??짝??????째 goinno where Angie) 'cause baby you??짝??????짰e a part of me And maybe its jus hard to see That you could flip everyday But you gonlove me anyway Verse 2 Yea I know I was wrong to, I made the wrong move I went and looked at something that belonged to you And I found out something I was all confused Mixed emotions cominfeelinall abused Shocked when I read who you was callin boo Dropped it and I left stormed out No talking to you You neva understand how I felt Walkindown stairs and u knew something was wrong But I had to finish that song Couple minutes really didn??짝??????째 take me that long Still feelinconfused But I had to go strong on the track And relax, sit back, then you came in And you asked what??짝??????짱 wrong , the facts was blatant I ain??짝??????째 have to say it, stop playinShyt at that point even you knew I was ok to flip How could you no matter what u thought we was jus throw around the word called love (c??짝??????짝on that??짝??????짱 fucked up) Chorus See I know what your facing (Ohh Ohh) This fucked up situation And maybe she might like me But me leavin ain??짝??????째 likely 'cause baby you??짝??????짰e a part of me (girl I??짝??????짝 goincrazy) And maybe its jus hard to see That you could flip everyday But you gonlove me anyway Verse 3 Its exactly how it is Exactly what I??짝??????짝 talking bout Exactly where it end up A song after I??짝??????짝 walkin out Niggas don??짝??????째 understand when you give em ya all How many times you hang up when you dying to call Tryna dial his numbers and stop at the first 4 Then when u get to 7 ya heart beat like you 11 I learned ma lesion in a way If there was any I??짝??????짝 still tryna understand shit wit out no Henny Jus a clear mind why you thinking its just mere rhymes I gotta go threw this shit and still record fine And get on air be clear animal fa-real Each year, fa real shit goin on I??짝??????짝 prepared I ain??짝??????째 the only one chicks be goin threw it Niggas don??짝??????째 understand we be borderline loosinit And these feelings is real So like I said in the first verse I wish u understood how I feel Fa real Chous See I know what your facing (I kno) This fucked up situation (angie) And maybe she mite like me (hey But me leavin ain??짝??????째 likely (baby 'cause baby you??짝??????짰e a part of me( she And maybe its jus hard to see heey That you could flip everyday But you gonlove me anyway (you gon love me ne way, oh girl, hey hey come on baby you go flip) |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
(Intro: Petey Pablo)
(That's right) that's right (6x) That's right (Chorus: Petey Pablo) All that you've been waitin' on! (15x) (Verse: Angie Martinez) Now everybody just bounce-bounce When we climb up outta' that truck And you standin' out in that line And we walk straight in - nigga that's wassup Straight to the V-I, where they got them bottles ready My name good cause we kinda heavy Walk in with the hood and the cars steady talkin' Wish I could, but our time is very important You should find your mind already Cause I got hot shit, hooks kinda' catchy I spit so quick, no time to catch me, nah-uh don't stress me Cause we, just came to make ya bounce "Tear da club up" and clear it out Thugs in the club: beef just air it out Now everybody just bounce-bounce (chorus 2x) (Verse: Angie Martinez) Now everybody just bounce-bounce Every time we jump on that stage From page 1 through to 8 In the hallways or through the day You know our name good, kinda' thick Woke up in the spot with the shiny whips Keep talkin' a lot - bring out the grimey chicks Incase you forgot how the grimey get Niggas surround this shit, let me remind you chick How one hit can leave you all blind and shit Have to send your little friends to come find your shit But right now there's really no time to flip Just bounce, get twisted, get ripped no doubt, that's What I'm talkin' about 'Till ya whole crew, they walkin' ya out Swear ya'll never drink again, sure no doubt (Chorus 2x) (Bridge: Petey Pablo) (That's right) that's right (6x) That's right (ok, this is it right here) (Verse: Angie Martinez) Now if you still Bouncin' and this yo shit Then ok, pump it in your whip We get it crunk, in the A-T-L Down in the south, baby blaze that L Just bounce, bounce, rep your hood Rep your city, playa it's all good This worldwide, any town any club Unless you busy, you can party wit us 'Till the mornin' come, then we on the run Then we do it again - cause that's how it is On them ones, playa that's how it is Talk money? It's done that, just biz I get it on lock like "that's just a bid" Every time I rock it's like "that's just the kid" If you didn't know, now you know Gotta get this paper, gotta go gotta go (Chorus 2x) |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
[Angie Martinez] Oh!
[Sacario] I don't think y'all ready (Angie Martinez Laughing) It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys the remix I go by the name of Sacario [Fat Joe] Yeah! [Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack [Fat Joe] Pick the music up man [Angie M] Let's do it [Sacario] We 'gon keep doin this [Fat Joe] Gangsta [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yo! We leak heat on the streets, still they doubted it When I could easily eat any emcee who think he 'bout it Flows sickenin, either your under a rock Or ya mothafuckers is just not listenin And I don't me to sound hard or calice But if you keep sleepin on Joe it just could result to violence A couple of shots a clear the place Brrrrraaaappppp! Cocksuckers we here to stay It's the cook coke man, one 'mo gain How the fuck you gettin dough when you look broke man? It's the mink coat man, cost me nothin See me jumpin in the pool with it just for frontin And the chicks love the fat guy, I wish it's cause of the dick But I bet it's cause of the chips and the fast life Me and Ange livin big forever Think a click fuckin with this man whatever [Chorus: Sacario] Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a nigga that trip And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that though, even on a remix chick And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please [Verse 2: Angie Martinez] Oh! It's just me the O.G. And since this live big let's start with B.I.G. And rep it for Big Pun and do it for Big L And since I got a big truck you know I live well On the remix, other stations I can't agree with I been here for ten years ain't never leavin It's been clear I went there so you could see shit Let them fear we not scared it ain't a secret Hope you prepared in the streets get ready Cause we keep this steady, Animal House piece is heavy Do more hotlines than hot nine Keep your hand on your mouth cause we get very Ugly out there, trust me out there They love me out there, from Miami back to here It's a new day I'm battin up, with homeruns Sacario four album and I'm droppin this summer [Chorus: Sacario] Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a nigga that trip And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that though, even on a remix chick And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please [Verse 3: Sacario] Mr. Guantalo ay still eat where you won't be seated Still shop where you won't be greated Since the double XL there ain't a spot that they don't be peakin And live big number one record northeast region So stop breathin, I'll let you shop for scraps soon after I eat This is the remix back with the beat Clowns, take them scraps home don't be proud Cristal don't make tops so we don't drink we pour our I know I make you sick so call out Like my soles latino crowds stomp the floor out Sacario crew, still tigre out Sixty deep at Jimmy's and I got the technicians with me I'm just here to take all y'all chicks To make all this money and drive all y'all sick And I never, 'gon, stop remix My own shit is problems whenever I drop [Chorus: Sacario] Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a nigga that trip And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that though, even on a remix chick And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please [Outro: Angie Martinez] (Laughing) It's the remix baby, Animal House, Angela, Sacario, Joe Crack It's a new day |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
He was all I wanted, late night talkin,
on the phone till daylight often, at home he came thru, dinner on the table, plate bites lost him, the love was strong then, we went for walks then, then I lost him, I mean he's still her but I ignore him, cuz hes too busy for me, he comes around a few minutes then leave, things aint the way they used to be, then I met this guy right down the street, and this is what he said to me hello good lookin, tell me how are you, every time i see you baby, lookin so good,let me show you girl, i can be so good I tryed to work things out, bring things back arguments started, you dont know how to act, coulda brought up the fact, that today i met this new dude, and i dont need ta say it, he probly woulda thought i was playin, and he probly woulda said stop playin, but this bullshit I'm about to stop, takin, cuz this new guy's about to drop, waitin, i aint playin, he played him self, need space need time, oh well, you can have all the space in the world, and your man might have found a new girl even though you dont know me, what can i do, let me see you girl, one saturday afternoon, let me show you girl, i can be so good every girl need's affection, not somebody whos stressin, hope he learned his lesson, cuz in one direction, you cant see to the left and, you're stuck wit a dumb fuck, who dont understand that one truck, dont matta to you, no car crib either, just you and him in a two seata, but they always find out when its too late, tellin me to wait, no you wait, wait till you see me in his arms, and understand that I'm gone hello good lookin, tell me how are you, i see you girl, walkin that avenue, let me show you girl, i can be so good |
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from Angie Martinez - Take You Home [single] (2003)
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand Cause, me, I'm free to choose It's possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Let's ride At one I arrive Walked past the line Damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch Place hot Couple of bottles champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd Chorus x2 I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home It's around 2 A.M. The mood is trend The club is snug I see him watching, love is love Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand I'm looking over her Sorry but I'm waiting for this man Is what I told her, so she could leave No breaking up my plans No time for talking about shows Or dates that I could host Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes My girls laughing They see me already imagining He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him I answered him He took my hand with him Dancing close I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach He must want it And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted Like they don't see That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace And to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see? Chorus All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight We making it hot on the dance floor today But my girls wanna leave cause there's nothing to take Nothing to meet Spot dead, nothing to see Then we all agree that we won't leave Cause some spots the papi's still come at three That's when I tell the DJ to run that please He dancing behind me I feel what's under his jeans And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme I mean I'm cool and the gang The music is playing Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting Almost time for breakfast Standing by the coat checkers Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's it And this night just ended Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely be remembered Chorus Would you be my boyfriend? For tonight only Would you be my boyfriend? For tonight only |
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from Angie Martinez - Animal House (2002)
Intro: Angie Martinez (N.O.R.E. in background))
Yea, ok... Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Yea, uh, yo, uh (Verse: Angie Martinez) They call me "Digalo" Angie Rippin' the arenas in Miami Slippers in the sand beach, c'mon dance with me Or the chulos in white tees (yea) You ain't peeped the Billboard on Jimmy's Then I guess you cannot see You wanna party wit me, da-to Only big dogs invited, no gatos Quite though, what's with all the questions, whoa Why you asking? I'm all in wit my friends embarrassing Be easy, you wanna get up close and personal? Cop the CD, if not leave me I'm bout to bag somethin', why you blocking? Cause your man in Timbs is home watchin'? I'm a pro, mangu on the stove Chancletas and a robe, my crew at the show Big Pun in my heart, esperate how it go? it go (Men chanting) (Chorus: N.O.R.E. (2x)) It go esperate, hold on, legs so strong We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on You know what's "papichu", and playing "capicu" And tell them chicks that they can all come around too (Verse: Angie Martinez) Andre mia amor, I would love to date you Soon as I come off tour I like papis from Cuba, Colombia, Bermuda, Peru or Ecuador We got PR, DR, Mexico, Panama Guatama' pa's wit flags in their cars This is for the Jose's, Juan's, Claudio's Broadway, LES, en el bario Bronx, Fernando's, only trabajando On the calle, watchin' for bandos These - Orlando, Victor's, Tony's Who pick up and hold me, put away your Rolly I like 'em low key, oh you blow trees? I got half an o-z you shoulda' told me I get the groceries and 'Pac's CD Now everybody sing my part with me, c'mon (Chorus) (Verse: Angie Martinez) Hard level to the quarters at the fight screaming "Ti-to!" Or at the table all night, more heat though Whachu know about the Chimmy-Cherry? And don't forget, I need a cab para tu me le tumbe le Come down - BK, uptown - NY to LA Everything's still "Suavemente" Para mi jente, after the show Everybody get your freak on (sawago-sawago) All my eses, Etey This is the casa con anamo anamo You know what's that? Angie the Old G I can be a girl, and be your "Cold D" And we can go eat, see, I'm a keeper All I ask is for me to see you in wife beaters And in them nice sneakers He like me? I don't doubt him Word? You got feelings for me? then cop two albums! (Chorus) (Men Chanting) Esperate, hold on, legs so strong We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on! We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on! Oohhhh! |
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