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Listen MALDICION GITANA Bobby Capo


Lyrics

Pool Party (The Aquabats)

Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la
Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la

Popcorn, hot dog buns, and hamburger patties
All the food you need to feed the many hungry
Millions of people want in to my party
But it�s invite only
And you�re on the list baby

-your pool rips!
I cleaned it yesterday
-girls look cute!
In their swimming suits
-holy guacamole!
We've got chips!
So come on take a dip
Cause my pool rips

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la
Pool party baby

The ratio of girls to guys is five to one
There hasn't been a party like this since 1981
Come to my party let the games begin
We've even got floaties if you can�t swim

-your pool rips!
I cleaned it yesterday
-girls look cute!
In their swimming suits
-holy guacamole!
We've got chips!
So come on take a dip
Cause my pool rips

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

I love you girl, you know it's true
To have a super party in my swimming pool
Jump on in and you will see
Just how fun a pool party can be
But don't eat too much before you swim
Cause you might get a cramp under your chin
Someone's screaming, that's not cool
Who threw that reggie bar in the pool?
Ronnie, sally, bobby and mike
It's my pool party, we'll do what we like!

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
There's no pool at my school
There's no school in my pool
There's no pool at my school
So it's cool at my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

Following The Leader (Chelsea Crichton)

you are stressin me out,
yah wanna be in with the crowd,
but me,
i don't wanna be somebody else.
i just wanna be myself,
mush is this the end?
cos i dont wanna be there friend,
i just want it to be all us guys again.
im not gonna let this sh!t put me down and make me cry,
im gonna leave it at that and hold my head up high.

>chorus<
following the leader,
the leader, the leader,
following the leader,
where ever she may go.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
you march along,
and these are the words we say.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
and a diddly dum, a diddly dum, day day.

i don't wanna lose you,
after all that life has put us through,
i just wanna go back,
back in time,
where we can be proud of,
who we are inside,
and not live a lie.
even if it means,
being un-cool,
it can't be as bad,
as some of the sh!t we have been through.

>chorus<
following the leader,
the leader, the leader,
following the leader,
where ever she may go.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
you march along,
and these are the words we say.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
and a diddly dum, a diddly dum, day day.

so why can't we try itfor a while?
sit around chillin,
normally like i do.
i do it,
while you are trying to impress,
impressing the people who are really mefs,
who are doin the same sh!t,
as you tryin to do,
lookin at their idols,
what freekin fools.

>chorus<
following the leader,
the leader, the leader,
following the leader,
where ever she may go.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
you march along,
and these are the words we say.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
and a diddly dum, a diddly dum, day day.

But the fools have been doin it alot longer,
wer has it got them ?
no where.
further than the stars in your eyes you see,
but the look up to celebritys,
but you look up to them,
and make them think,
they have all the power,
or so they think,
but really they are nothing,
you know its true,
anyone could do that and act,
everyone except you,
cos u wer born to -

>chorus<
follow the leader,
the leader, the leader,
follow the leader,
where ever she may go.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
you march along,
and these are the words we say.
di dum, di di, a diddly dum day day,
and a diddly dum, a diddly dum, day day.

Young Black Male (2Pac)




["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."]
["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["...ain't shit to fool with"]
*runs backwards* Young black male!
(2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz
Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]
(2Pac) Go nigga, go!!
Verse One:
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and ** goin to jail
Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look
I don't sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm **in the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let's me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I'm collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales... of young black males
Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz
Ay nigga you can't handle that shit!
Pass that man!
Hit that shit, that's the shit!
It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, ** you nigga!
You ain't givin me near a dime on this real mother**er
** St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee
Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?
** you capo. You ain't in baby.
I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back
YOUNG BLACK MALE!

La Valigia (Piotta Featuring Turi)

PIOTTA
Dalle terre più calde, persi nella nebbia
fino a dove il mare, ritorna ad esser sabbia
dalla Calabria andare, fino a Nuova York
puntando con coraggio, sulla propria sorte
all'arrembaggio di storie, in bassa frequenza
con l'alta marea, è pronta la partenza
fatiscienza, in valigie come cartoni
bella speranza, in un fardello di emozioni
dalla campagna alla città, cambia lo sfondo
da nord a sud, ovunque, in capo al mondo
storie rompo poi, altre ne compongo
anche lontano errando, le origini mantengo
date oro a Roma, dalle Puglie fino a Milano
una vita degna, del nome che gli diamo
io guardo lontano, spero arrivi il buongiorno
amore aspetta ancora, ora ti giuro che ritorno.

CORO
Ho negli occhi mille sogni di una grande città
from city to city
Ho negli occhi mille sogni di una grande città
from city to city

TURI
E' salito su quel treno, ingenuo
pochi soldi in tasca, tanti sogni in testa
dove va mistero, inizia un'avventura
coperto di paura, inizia e non finisce
dal finestrino il sole muore l'angoscia nasce
un nuovo paese, per un giovane spaesato
strade ormai divise, presente e non passato
non vuole ma scorda, realtà bastarda vita ingorda
non ricorda, prende in parola la tua scelta
l'appuntamento, col cambiamento non si disdice
non trova pace, l'uomo, con le valigie
un accento strano, tra mille accenti strani
un uomo con una storia, valori forti tra le mani
dall'Italia, fino in Germania, Nuova York
Francia, se lava piatti forse mangia
per ora niente mancia, non c'é colore trama grigia
e intanto cresce polvere, sopra la valigia.

CORO

PIOTTA
Dall'Italia all'Australia, fino al Canadà
chi troverà il successo, poi non ritornerà
campioni di umiltà. tra fame e dignità
qualcuno che è salpato, nemmeno arriverà ma. . .
chi fugge perché è in minoranza, chi è affamato
c'è chi è partito ed è tornato, non è cambiato
ma ha mille racconti, strani in testa
intrattiene i compaesani, il giorno della festa
resta, un senso di sconfitta comunque vada
tu sei cresciuto, sopra un'altra strada
altra corsa, altro giro ma che cosa cambia
dal Ruanda all'Uganda la Nigeria o lo Zambia?

TURI
Adesso vive, anche senza sole
ma se la passa bene, adesso qualcun altro a lui qualcosa chiede
non aveva niente, adesso ha
tu possedevi tutto e tutto hai perso s'è fatto furbo il paisà
toni ha i clienti, e lascia mance da venti
dollari o marchi contali, contanti
affari, storie personali nel duemila
ricorda questo compare, ricorda la sua trafila
una sequela, che sa di vero
parenti sparsi per il mondo, chissà sotto quale cielo
lontani, strictly businessi paesani
con la valigia in mano, ma piena di regali

CORO

Majin Kenzan (Bobby Caldwell)

Ai yori akaku Moyase inochi no korou
Kokuen no kanata ni asu wo mitsumete teki wo ute!

Kurayami wo hikitsurete yatsu rawa yattekuru
Kono hoshi unmei wo mote asobu you ni

Tatoe kono mi ga kudake chittemo
Chiisana sakebi wa mi sutenai nani ga ate mo
[Taabosu Masshya panchi!]

Kaze yori hayaku tobase seigi no wa iba wo
Erabareshi yuusha yo Oh please come back again

Habatake takaku yukuzo muteki no majin yo
Tatakai no kouya ni ai to heiwa no ya wo hanate

Chini ueta gundan ga daiji wo ume tsukusu
Kono hoshi wo rekishi goto yaki tsukusu tameni

Mune no hurue wa shishi no tamashii
Kizutsuku koto nado osorenai sore ga yuuki sa
[Koushi Beemu!]

Ketakaku tsuyoku hoero hane no majin yo
Densetsu no hikari wo Oh You can fly again

Ai yori akaku Moyase inochi no korou
Kokuen no kanata ni asu wo mitsumete teki wo ute!

Kaze yori hayaku tobase seigi no wa iba wo
Erabareshi yuusha yo Oh please come back again

Ai yori akaku Moyase inochi no korou
Kokuen no kanata ni asu wo mitsumete teki wo ute!

sweet lorraine (jocelyn bordner)

Tony Bennett; Bobby **ett and Joe Marsala - Sweet Lorraine Music Downloads Tony Bennett; Bobby **ett and Joe Marsala - Sweet Lorraine Ringtone Ev'rything is set, skies are blue,Can't believe it yet, but it's true, I'll give you just one guess, My sweet Lorraine said "Yes;"Waiting for the time, soon to be, When the bells will chime merrily, (I'm so happy,)When it's raining I don't miss the sun, For it's in my sweeties smile,Just think that I'm the lucky one Who will lend her down the aisle;Each night I pray That nobody steals her heart away, Just can't wait until that happy day,When I mary sweet Lorraine. Ev'rything is set, skies are blue,Can't believe it yet, but it's true, I'll give you just one guess, My sweet Lorraine said "Yes;"Waiting for the time, soon to be, When the bells will chime merrily, (I'm so happy,)When it's raining I don't miss the sun, For it's in my sweeties smile,Just think that I'm the lucky one Who will lend her down the aisle;Each night I pray That nobody steals her heart away, Just can't wait until that happy day,When I marry sweet Lorraine.------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BURWELL, CLIFFORD/PARISH, MITCHELLLyrics © EMI Music Publishing Tony Bennett; Bobby **ett and Joe Marsala - Sweet Lorraine Music Downloads Tony Bennett; Bobby **ett and Joe Marsala - Sweet Lorraine Ringtone

I Wish I Was Someone Better (Bobby Lewis)

Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one who can't get through.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one hey, I'm the one to blame.

I, can't, see, past, this, chance, for us to reckon so these downs, have all gone on for far to long.
Yeah it goes on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on

Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one who can't get through.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one hey, I'm the one to blame.

Just, not, build, for, this, roll, and all that I must better spend(??),by the old drags on for far too long.
And it goes on and on and on, on and on and on and on

Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
Made a mistake, made a mistake.
And I've got scars to show my shame.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one who can't get through.
What should I do, what should I do?
When I'm the one hey, I'm the one to blame.

I wish, I was someone better (13x)

Made a mistake (16x)

Killa Beez (Wu-Tang Killa Beez)

Mommy... Daddy...
It's the Killa Beez....

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

[U-God]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
Gold hands crush Coke cans and Michelobs
Style is Nino, black Benzito, Valentino
Nine needles - voice; evil steelo
Hit, like the bull, more pull than Magneto
Crush kilos with my bare hand, reload the Eagle
Nine dirty strikes, leaped up off all you people
Burn therapy, chemo, seap hoes
See you through the peephole - in the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino, rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots, and pe-nnals
Throw graffiti on the wall, throwin up Reemo
Gambino three dice, headcrack Cee-Lo
In ya earhole, let the snare roll go low
Lower than low, lower than zero
Who's your rhymin heroes? *heavy breathing*
("Killa beeeeeeeeeeees?")

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

[Bobby Digital]
Bzzzz.. you hear the hornet, you ducks don't want it
I dogs blast turbo, supersonic
Hats off, welcome back, whipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half-man and half-cyborg
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes and tattoos on side titties
Shorties swallow up the apple cider
Ra' doin a buck forty in the yellow Spyder
With the black interior, my mack superior
to your theory of gats, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class and bang lunch tables
With four finger weaves and long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines, carry +Guillotines+
Watch my bullets scream ("Pheeewwwwww!") and hit the target
You can't trace the path of air for Richard Starlett

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

[Inspectah Deck]
It's the return of the bad boy, the mic Sean Penn
Floss gems across the globe with my nine Sourceman
At a speed that excedes your convertible Benz
From a distance you glimpse, supernocular lens
Stay hotter than a ex-con dodgin the pens
Killa Squadron, known to start a po**r trend
And the emblem, symbolize the wisdom
certifies the platinum, magnifies the stardom
Shots bust at random, wake you out your boredom
Kings of our kindom, reppin from our hoodlums
Gotta whip them problems, cuz yo we step on toes
Bangin heads knockin teeth loose, welcome to the pros
Flash quiz, do that nigga handle his biz?
I spin a song like Michael and Diana in the Wiz
The rough shit, I bust it for the republic
Government, you ain't lovin it, whatchu **in wit?
Manifesto, light it like a techno club
Outside I don't expect no love
Man this grip, make the fans flip, don't chance it
Cop the goods, while my hundred hoods run rampid

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious

{*music fades out*}

Denver (Minus)

Blind Daddy Blues (Bobbi Lee Justice And The Scepters)

He was so blind,
Now daddy he's blue,
She took his name,
And left him a fool.

I was so blind,
Now daddy I'm blue,
That day at the church,
Gave my name to you,
I love you forever,
Till death do we part,
Through sickness and health dear,
I give you my heart,
My eyes were wide open,
Lord,I couldn't see,
She took my name,
Left me misery.

The reverend he prayed,
Lord I couldn't see,
The cards you were holding,
Were stacked against me,
I love you forever,
Till death do we part,
Through sickness and health dear,
I give you my heart,
The joker was wild,
King had one eye.
Queen that I loved,
She left me to cry.

Oh lord,listen to me,
Hear me when I say,
Those three words,I love you,
Are so easy to say,
But they don't mean one thing lord,
Unless you say them everday,
And the cards you are holding,
Can easily be shuffled,by a woman who strays,
So deal me in a winning hand lord,
Let me win at this game,
And I'll give her my heart lord,
I'll give her my name.

Lord,pain is more personal,
Then giving your name,
This heart she is breaking,
Is not a card game,
I'll love her forever,
Till death do we part,
Through sickness and health dear,
I'll give you my heart,
My eyes were wide open,
Lord I couldn't see,
She took my name,
Left me misery.

I was so blind,
Now daddy I'm blue,
Yes,I was just blind,
Now daddy I'm blue.
Lord,Iwas just blind,
Now daddy I'm blue,
She took my name,
Left me a fool...


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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