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Listen MALDICION GITANA Bobby Capo


Lyrics

She's A Ho (Mr. Vegas)

Verse 1:
Well if a galatek two man inna one night
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a clean up di whola di neighborhood
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a walk and a sell from hotel to hotel
We know she's a hoe
If she a one night stand tek everybody man
Man a nutten dat caw wi dun know

Chorus:
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Caan hide again cause everybody know
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Swear seh mi spat har pon di Jerry Springer show
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
All a di youth inna di street know

Verse 2:
Whey she do, boast bout how she get slim and trim
Loose twenty pound and naw go a gym
Legs easy fi open like clothes pin
Sleep wid bum, him dead and dem know wha kill him
Gal from youh know yuh nuh shooty shooty
An yuhknow seh yuh a nuh goupy
All rudies out deh do not be silly an put a rubber pan yuh willy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Whey she do
Gwaan like she hot like she a earth angel
Know something whey dem a do yuh head swell
Man a line up a dem gate car dem a sell
The way dem a move trust me you coulda tell
Run through the mob dem and di cartel
Hear seh she sleep wid Bobby Castell
Di gal a rev out skettel worse Jezebel
How much man drown inna di well

Verse 4:
Well if a gal tek whey har mumma husband
Then we know she's a hoe
If a gal sleep wid har best fren man
Then di whola wi know she's a hoe
Well if a gal easy fi pluck every man come wuk
Then we know she's a hoe
Nuff a dem run outta luck end up wid stomach
An now di man naah mine di gut

Chorus

Outside (311)

Sunshine
Are you outside?
I am a simpleton by choice
Not speaking to hear my voice
Sunshine
Why are you sleeping?
Gotta get outside

Cover the ground on foot
Not hitching a ride just could
Over the river and through the woods
I've come this far to bring you the goods
I get high, even when I don't try
Let 'em pass by with a wink to the eye
I reserve the right to be stoned
I reserve the right to take it
To collect them sums I have the right
Don't try to be
There's really no point in you biting me
I'm glad to see
That it's easy for me to be an MC

Let me tell you a little story
Like my dog Bobby
He hated the pool man
So I tried to play Kotter
And make things cool
And I said, "just let him smell you
Hold out your hand"
He reached it on out
And then bam
He bit him, he bit him
So **in' hard
Blood was steady gushin'
All over my back yard
I kept apologizin'
I felt so **in' bad
The dude was so cool
He didn't even get mad
He said, "man don't sweat it
That's the dog's meaning"
Took some Neosporin
And went back to his cleaning

Thought I had a dream or else it was a movie
Your mind can have a joint
Easy like jungle boogie
$600 freebie and I got no job
Wish I had more but I got my dog
Come you can foam the water with the bone
I wanna tell my mom, ring her on the phone
Cherry popsicle, icy, cold, freezing
Loves on his gums now that he is teething
Got a wee-wee piss, lay them by the door
Nasty Little shits he dropped them on the floor

Sunshine
Are you outside?
I am a simpleton by choice
Not speaking to hear my voice
Sunshine
Why are you sleeping?
Gotta get outside

Son Desangrado (Silvio Rodríguez)

Un corazón quiso saltar un pozo
confiado en la proeza de su sangre
y hoy se le escucha delirar de hambre
en el oscuro fondo de su gozo.

El corazón se ahogaba de ternura,
de ganas de vivir multiplicado
y hoy es un corazón tan mutilado
que ha conseguido morir de cordura.

Qué son, desangrado son, corazón.

Hablo de un corazón que se defiende
de su vieja y usada maquinaria,
hablo de un parto en una funeraria,
hablo de un corazón que no comprende.

Hablo de un corazón tan estrujado,
tan pequeñín, tan pobre, tan quién sabe
que en su torrente casi todo cabe
sea real o sea imaginado.

Qué son, desangrado son, corazón.

Al corazón le faltaba su oreja
y amaba distraído por la calle
estrangulando con pasión un talle
e incapaz de notar alguna queja.

El corazón de torpe primavera
hizo que le injertaran el oído
y tanta maldicion oyó que ha ido
a que le den de nuevo su sordera.

Qué son, desangrado son, corazón.

Silver (311)

(Bobby, you be quiet out there...)

Don't fear mere words, 'cause if it takes a word to ruin ya
You should have already heard, you're finished through and soon ya
See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
Much worse could come of that, so much more delicious
To the dastardly, bastardly plans of little mice and men
Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then
People love to disagree, so avoid the endless bout
Make no attempt to try and suss the stupid out
But of the racist institutions, simple minds belong
Not happy just being human, no wish to get along
Little people need exclusions, sucker groups to throng
It makes them feel special, it makes them feel strong
Now I got a click, but it's more like a family Not an ethnic trip, more like an ethic
See, I write the rhyme today, tell it to you later
Whether we're coming in w**, or what it's a waste to be a hater
Graffiti bombs from the palms, love is so strong
Can't be stopped too long
For the night it will come
Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool
Oh well
Now you feel the spell
The color rocks the bell
The king of swing, rise to the top
The rhythm possessed in ya and it don't stop
The muse is broken, the demon locin'
Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin'
Cloakin' chokin', the lyrics are spoken
Infrared vision, scopin' condition
Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit
With a fly Liu-Kang kick in Mortal Kombat and I land it
So get your own back when I jam it cold and
Hearing about your rhyme style been outmoded
The dopest flow upon the planet
Dope is the word the bro throw up
On the down low g**dammit

You juice your ** friends like Dracula
But when we kick you out you're just broke-u-la
You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell
Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell
Now let me tell you something, you ** piece of shit
You'll never have no money, now tell me, was it worth it?
You leave a trail of lies, that's why you keep moving
We won't come after you, we'd only end up provin' In the end, revenge send ends to the defendant
I know that statement's true, I wear it like a pendant
I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny
The name is ??????? thief or trust and money

Like Captain Picard, we come hard in light years
Our star has long bust, but now reappears
In your sky at night, rising and immense
Yes, you see ourselves in the shine of it
And so passing under the dome of the great sky
Beware, we are the stars, Holmes, that you ruled by
Where death reborn into the world is a gift
So the future with no voice of its own will uplift
All is gone, all is calm, y'all (x4)
Set wrecked in L.A.
In the Wetlands of New York
Atlanta and Phoenix
Portland, Lincoln and N.O.

Rock On (Findu5)

ROCK on just like Bobby Ball
Thursday nights down the snooker hall
On the skids round the bins
Copping for something with 16 chins
Its nowt but a shell these days my boy
but remember the Jolly Grove
Chas 'n' Dave in the back & a bag of scampis
Or the night when Nixon drove

You thought you were ROCK
You thought you were ROCK
But it turns out you're just washing
yeah

ROCK on with Stevie Bull
And Andy T in the Park an' all
Some Cupboard Love & in the Hart
Mini-eggs, ROCK, and Irish Harp
Its nowt but a family place these days kid
But think back to the days of yore
The shitty old posters and stains up the walls
We loved it cos it was poor

You thought you were ROCK
You thought you were ROCK
But it turns out you're just washing
yeah

ROCK on
ROCK on
ROCK on
ROCK on

Pickup Man (Joe Diffie)

Well I got my first truck
When I was three
Drove a hundred-thousand miles
On my knees

Hauled marbles and rocks
And thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie-doll bed
For the girl next-door

She tried to pay me with a kiss
And I began to understand
There's something women like
About a pickup man

When I turned sixteen
I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck

I was cruising the town
And the first girl I see
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry
The homecoming queen

She flagged me down
And climed up in the cab
And said "I never knew you were a pickup man"

-Chorus-
You can set my truck on fire
And roll it down a hill
And I STILL wouldn't trade it
For a Coupe DeVille

I got an eight foot bed
That never has to be made
Yaknow if it weren't for trucks
We wouldn't have tailgates

I met all my wives
In traffic jams
There's just something women like
About a pickup man
-End Chorus-

Most Friday nights
I can be found
In the bed of my truck
On an old chaise lounge

Backed in to my spot
At the drive-in show
You know a cargo light
Gives off a romantic glow

I never have to wait in line
At the popcorn stand
Because there's something women like
About a pickup man

-Chorus-

Awwwww stand on it, son

-interlude-

A bucket of rust
Or a brand new machine
Once around the block
And you'll know what I mean

-Chorus-

Yeah there's something women like
About a pickup man

Awwwww drive that pickup, son

-begin fade out-

Uh-huh.
That's about it.

Don't Phunk With My Heart (Black Eyed Peas)

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me cause once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don’t got it (don’t make me wait)
So let’s be about it

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain’t only here cause I want ya body
I want your mind too
Interestin’s what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)

(come on)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That’s how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love her
You always claimin’ I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya
For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must’ve caught amnesia
That’s why you don’t believe

(uh, yeah, check it out)

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than ** appeal
(Cause you’re)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [6x]

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart [2x]
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [2x]

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) [4x]

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Undastand (Heltah Skeltah)




[Rock] Undastand
[Ruck] Heltah Skeltah only mean war undastand
[Rock] The war's with everything outside your door undastand
[Ruck] He be R O I be R U undastand
[both] It can happen to you

Verse One: Ruck

Heltah Skeltah start stormin
Ya up for dreamin it's mornin I'm warnin
People who jeal my name ring bells like a doorman
A warrant for the arrest of a militant menace
Who serve heads like tennis with words that diminish
bust the scrimmage, I call the high post play
Dish off to the center fo' da quick lay
Slay, anybody come in my lane
Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look
Who is this gettin swift with this pugilist
equipped with the lyrical gift to flip scripts
People duck sick (what?) don't wanna touch with that ruff [shit]
that Ruck kick, break boys bones like Roy Jones
decoys roam, but they can't mess with my people
Hey you stepped to the Ruckus recognize that I be lethal
My gats spits at wack [niggaz] blacks get, tactics
Make it hard for any infiltrator to attack this

[both] Undastand
[Rock] Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand
[Ruck] The war's with everything outside your door, undastand
[Rock] I be R-O, he be R-U, undastand
[both] It can happen to you

[Rock] Undastand
[Ruck] Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand
[Rock] The war's with everything outside your door, undastand
[Ruck] He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand
[both] It can happen to you

Verse Two: Rock

I really think I oughta tell ya, before I have to belt ya
I make [shit] so hot boy the heat might even swelter
or melt ya, I nailed ya, [nigga] tried to yell but he felt the
shell now in hell wondering who's Heltah Skeltah
Sparsky and Dutch, Ruck and, Rock see
We gets buckWILD on your block and harass the cops
No diggy, my head's hot, scream loud and clear
Watch the red dot, move a muscle boy you bed' not
See the last two figures they can't describe me
Military Punisher Rock M.P.
Watch, the, nine millimeter brain better
You won't be beefin and your heart won't be beatin either
Either you're real or I hate you I break you
like glass *shatters* the bullet brings it to dat**
Bastard, you talk faster, my gun buck faster
I jet, faster the next L sparked

[Rock] Undastand
[Ruck] Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand
[Rock] The war's with everything outside your door, undastand
[Ruck] He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand
[both] It can happen to you

Verse Three: Ruck, Rock

Undastand in the midst of utter confusion I got sumpin for stars
Frontin in cars and bars when I lace you with my gym star
Recognize real never the rap that's rungy
But my (pow) make yo' [shit] snap like bungee
Once we, unite, like I'm Martin Luther
I'm startin to shoot the people messin wit my future
So who's the, wiggy that wanna test me and address me
Just to try an impress me them people come and stress me

Undastand, to be the man ain't even the plan
But stand in my way and get crushed under sand
So guard your backs, or matter fact guard your naps on
down til we U, click your heels times and ahh
I'm at the door bringin war to your town
It's the Rock, now you gotta Get Away like Bobby Brown
I get down, punk gets pounded like fractions
Worlds get blown when Ruck and Rock start overreactin

[Rock] Undastand
[Ruck] Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand
[Rock] The war's with everything outside your door, undastand
[Ruck] He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand
[both] It can happen to you

[Ruck] Undastand
[Rock] Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand
[Ruck] The war's with everything outside your door, undastand
[Rock] I be R-O, he be R-U, undastand
[both] It can happen to you

[Rock]
Undastand, or you catch the back hand or the Timberland
Undastand, undastand or your catch the back hand or the Timberland
Undastand, or you catch the back hand
Timberland, or the back hand if you don't undastand
Undastand, undastand, undastand... Heltah Skeltah
(Undastand) Original Gunn Clapazz
(Undastand) Cocoa Brovaz a.k.a. Smif-N-Wessun
(Undastand) Representativez forever representin
(Undastand) Duck Down Entaprisez, niggaz set to recognize this
(Undastand) Return of the B.D.I.

Verses From The Abstract (A Tribe Called Quest)




Q-Tip:
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is...
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is in effect
Check it out and give me my 'spect

I'm movin, yes I'm groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor
Use the Coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor
Can't help bein funky, I'm the funky Abstract brotha
Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova
Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty
Now I'm gettin funky and my rappin, that's my duty
Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothas, then I'll get with ya
But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (**)
My motto in the 90's is be happy makin bucks
Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the (uh!) cuz that's what I met her for
I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stensils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art
If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is comin up and I want your man to watch
Be the prime example, I deep instilled the sample
Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle
Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock, her moms was a claker
Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I used that to break her

(Vinia Mojica singing in the background)
Phife is in the house, Uncle Mike is in the house
Bob Power is in the house, Tim Latham is in the house
Wise Men is in the house, Brand Nubs is in the house
The J Beez, they in the house and De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
The ladies of the '90's want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with my brothas Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty
The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singin by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no more will we be down
People tend to riff cuz they don't know the mental
People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle
Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun'
Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your comin to
The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain
I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival
If flexin is your motive, then you don't like survival
The Abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin
The Black and Puerto Ricans
Cuz their butt **, streakin through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria

Craig is in the house, Pete Rock is in the house
CL is in the house, Ultra Mag is in the house
Nice and Smooth is in the house, Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house, Special Ed is in the house

Yeah(7X)
This one goes out to my man
Thanks alot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass
Now check it out
Born into the 91 decade
You gotta say the Quest is on
And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on
And we out!

Excursions (A Tribe Called Quest)




[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
Its all expected, things are for the looking
If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture
Of this black man, black woman venture
Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz
You can find it on the rack in your record store(store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated
Cuz we're ever so glad we made it
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
If you dis...it gets drastic
Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
That's the right hand, Black Man (man)
Only if you was noted as my man (man)
If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)
A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)

Chorus:

We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X)

You gotta be a winner all the time
Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
Musically the Quest, is on the rise
We on these Excursions so you must realize
Hip hop continually, about the Zulu
If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
So what could you do in the times which exist
You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk
Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
Whatever it may be into this society
Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me
You must be honest and true to the next
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
All it is, is the code of the streets
So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats
Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere
The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare

Chorus (repeat until end)

Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)



Video


Here Bobby Capo sings a song from the Panamanian Avelino Munoz that exiled himself in Puerto Rico until his death. As you know, Bobby was born in Coamo, Puer...




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