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* | It's a Feeling (iTunes Bonus Track) |
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Shake Shake Shake
So you feel you can't go on
You've got nothing left to lose
But there is no one left to love
You got nothing left to choose
You can't stop
Can't stop at yesterday
Cause we gotta move on in a different way
Today is another day
Can't stop now today is another day
You can't stop, this love
Shake it, Shake it, Shake, Shake it, Shake it
You can't stop, this love
Can't stop now, got to keep moving
We've got faith in what love can do
Don't look back we're gonna make it through
Can't stop now, got to keep moving
You feel you got nowhere to run
That there is nothing we can do
You have so much left to love
In the end there's always me and you
You can't stop
Can't stop at yesterday
Cause we gotta move on in a different way
Today is another day
Can't stop now today is another day
You can't stop, this love
Shake it, Shake it, Shake, Shake it, Shake it
You can't stop, this love
Can't stop now, got to keep moving
We've got faith in what love can do
Don't look back we're gonna make it through
Can't stop now, got to keep moving
Come on; front-back-middle-to top we keep it grooving
No more sad songs singing the blues, we keep it movin
You can't stop, Can't stop at yesterday
Cause we gotta move in a different way
No more sad songs songs singing the blues, we keep it movin (Can Move)
You know we don't stop, even when the wheels lock
(Moving it, Moving it)
And when the beat knock, people in the street rock
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What you know about my city that's tic tac?
Hustle to get stacks
Fail get laughed at
Even from here I hear the chit chat
Grew up Miracle Mile
Fairfax to tar traps, Hamilton High alumni
What you know Ham and cheese supreme
JB to Carthay cat LA it be the base and the catalyst
Walk Crescent Heights worldwide back to strangle us
Land of the saint and the land of the wicked
Hollywood to Bell
The manichean kick it
What a duality, arid reality
Devon Brown Shot
Minor technicality
Brad Pits cheatin' front page reality
Stanley Miller Beatin'
DA don't want to touch it
But I love my city
Soft yet rugged
Rep LA I know the Angels will love it
City of angels!
I let the beat talk
Then I just fill in the words
Its Jabulani that you're dealing with
My hood is tough like its clubber lang
So in the bucket I bump behind mac in the gutter lane
I write raps when I feel the pain or even sorrow
But you heard it before the sun will come out tomorrow,or so they say
But see we're living in L.A. and what you thought was the sun, was just a flash from the k
You stashing your weed in the passenger seat of the regal with the gold feet
Watch your back, lil' homie got a loaded mac on Figueroa
Just got a new girl
His rep he's finna show her
But slow down baby gangsta, you aint prepared for the truth
You got him and its gonna happen to you, aint gotta live how your homie do
Just work the angles
The city I'm from is Los Angels
Come on!
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I wonder if we'll ever find a party that lasts all night.
There's a vibe in the city I've never felt before in my life.
Let's all rush and flow, make a big time aftershow party.
If we're gonna get it right got to hold each other tight tonight
And the people of the world say...
Oye Baby
Oye Mami
Donde Esta La After party
You offered a ride, a pleasant surprise
Your whip was on point but it couldn't outshine your eyes
Now I really know why we had to rush the flow darling
No we gotta get it right got to hold each other tight tonight
And the people of the world say...
Oye Baby
Oye Mami
Donde Esta La After party
I only want to hold your hand like darkness in the moon light And when you wrap your arms around me I know this is where we should be tonight
To feel this gotta use your soul
And it just aint a party with no O-Z-O's
Jump back make you sweat your clothes
And I bet you didn't know/ the whole band got flows
Little lady go on and do your dance
homeboys stand up and shout
That's what I'm talkin' bout
Everybody go on and tell a friend
That band went and did it again
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You dig in, your dug in now you cry for help but can someone really hear
Your pulling, your tugging trying to save yourself but no one seems to care
When you walk the world alone will you find your way back home
Don't Mess With the Dragon
Your falling, your crawling, searching in the dark, your heart is full of fear.
Your crying, your trying want to find yourself but you can't look in the mirror.
When you walk that lonesome road don't forget your heart's your home.
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¡Gallina!
¡Suelta la gallina!
Levántate, Levántate
suelta la gallina y védate
Con Ozomatli todo puede hacer
Échate a volar
¡Gallina!
Pronta quiero medicina
Que alguien, se voló mi gallina
Dame, otra aspirina
Que nada me alivia de este dolor
Va hasta aya de esta locura
Que me da pura calentura
Y yo no tengo locura
Que alguien me salve de esta maldición
Pon la mano arriba
Nade de tonterías
Da me la mercancía
Esa gallina es mía
Levántate, Levántate
Suelta la gallina y védate
Con Ozomatli todo puede hacer
Échate a volar
¡Gallina!
Oye, platero acanalla
Dieto no te me vayas
Ya se, tu eres culpable
Eso no es tuyo devuelve me lo
Ojo, te tengo rodeado
Traigo, machete en la mano
A te la rabia que tengo
Un paso mas y yo pierdo el control
Pon la mano arriba
Nade de tonterías
Da me la mercancía
Esa gallina es mía
Levántate, Levántate
Suelta la gallina y védate
Con Ozomatli todo puede hacer
Échate a volar
¡Suelta la gallina!
Atención
El robador de gallinas
Acepto las calles
Atención
Di me mi gallina
Quite la gallina
Levántate, Levántate
Suelta la gallina y védate
Con Ozomatli todo puede hacer
Échate a volar
¡Gallina!
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Let the good times roll, the bad times gone
The sun gonna shine, so get on your feet
Let the good times roll, the sad times gone
Let the good times roll pretty mama
Can't stop magnolia soul
Dear Magnolia, What's crackin?
Been a long time since I last saw your face
Never forget the day out in the sticks
I saw your crescent smiling place
All the way from uptown-downtown-lakeside to river
Heard “W” don't care about them
Gotta watch who you make your friend
Otherwise FEMA'll come through and backstab you again
Just some advice to live, three times I've been
Through the dark, true light will win
And they say that this the end
But we're fixin to make them saints march on again
A light little hurricane called, but she came
Officials knew the deal, when they didn't do a thing
Knew her every move, yeah Katrina was her name
Had the whole game in the palm of his aim
Hand in the pot caught cold and old
Should've fixed the damn levies long time ago
Yeah we didn't take the chance to do it
Pretty happy old Prez and the mayor,
Folks was dying too
Gang members at the Superdome, we in the heat
Folks in wheelchairs, feet swoll, nothing to eat
So to the kids and families that lost, I rhyme for
Mangolia clap, show the world your soul
So everybody clap your hands
Just step into the “cela” band
Keep stomping to the Zulu drum
You can't stop this native son
Let the good times roll
Pretty Mama, can't stop Magnolia Soul
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So here we go ma no need to panic
Let's take a little trip and play pool with the planets
In outer space I'll feed you pomegranate
Of course you can fly the spaceship its automatic
"i-e, i-e" - that's what she cried when her perm got messed up because of hyper drive
We don't need them other folks bones
We got our own light speed, like, rrrrrrrmmm, ruh, rrrrrrrrm
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Sube la temperatura
Sube, Sube
Sube la temperatura
¡Súbelo!
¡Aliente!
Oye compartimos
más que dividimos porque conocimos
la fuerza de este fuego
Quema las fronteras
Y también barreras
¡Quémalo! ¡Ya! ¡Ya!
Sube la temperatura
Esta fin da la noche ilumina
El lo que se como tea fina
¿Que candela quema sin control?
La llama la temperatura no se apaga
Da calor, calor, calor
Sube la temperatura
Sube, Sube
Sube la temperatura
¡Súbelo!
¡Aliente!
La verdad lo que amamos
Con deseo en las manos
Vamos el cambio es ahora
Todos por las calles
Tomando libertades
¡Si mi icen no! ¡No! ¡No!
Sube la temperatura
Esta fin da la noche ilumina
El lo que se como tea fina
¿Que candela quema sin control?
La llama la temperatura no se apaga
Da calor, calor, calor
Sube la temperatura
Sube, Sube
Sube la temperatura
¡Súbelo!
Y Grítalo
Y Muévelo
El rebeló
Sube la temperatura
Como lumbre, lumbre, lumbre
Y la pongo así, así, así
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En un desierto lejos de ti, me confesé
Que todo lo que siempre creí, mentira fue
Soy hermano, soy esposo, hijo y padre
Soy guerrero, y mucha sangre derrame
Ah eh solo con mi pena
Ah eh solo en mi dolor
Ah eh sufro mi condena
Menos de te nunca mas
Violeta
De esta matanza, mi quise escapar
Solo por ti
Pero una bala mi vida alcanzo
Y yo perdí
Fui hermano, fui esposo, hijo y padre
Fui soldado, y tanta sangre derrame
Ah eh solo con mi pena
Ah eh solo en mi dolor
Ah eh sufro mi condena
Menos de te nunca mas
Violeta
Como pudo ser
Que nunca pudo ver
Que hendiera el que gana
A paz da en verde
Hoy la decisión
Quedo para ti
Que dar tu propia sangre a morir
¿Y tu mama que dice?
Tu hermano y tu papa,
¿Que dicen?
¿Tu hijo y tu marido que dicen?
Los cientos, tu abuela,
Dime que te dicen
¿Gente, que dice?
¿Los músicos del mundo que dice?
Del frente y al luchar
¿Que dicen?
Por arbolarios derechos
Dime que te dicen
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Hey Hey Creo, Creo Cuando Lo Veo
Them cowards wasn't worth a hill of beans
Flesh dies from the shock
Spirit lives
Heard shots in the Philippines
Aint nothing funny how this went down
My homie Rob got sprayed by some kids the age of Chris Brown
They pulled up on him and asked him if he gang banged
Nodded no, they still shot him in the body though
And you could tell he was loved from the scene of the funeral
About a hundred cars, 20 limousines
Caught the ones who did it
Took ‘em to court, they nonchalant
Hope the judge throw the book at them dorks
Treating the trial like its funny business
Somebody should've told them about this path
Aint no money in it
So now they're 25 to life
What life it is
But it didn't get ‘em nothing cause my brother Rob lives
25 to life
What a life it is
but it didn't get ‘em nothing
Cause my brother Rob lives
Rock on!
So you all know how the story goes
People that give u junk and promise you gold
Cats in your ear with the same old story
I'll give you the world just leave me the glory
What you know about
No time to think
Too many words
No time to blink
Don't underestimate the power of the hustle
Hoodwink bamboozle or muscle
I believe it when I see it and when I see it let me hold it
For old times sake
Politicians got this shit down pack
Tricks out of they sleeve tricks out of they hat
Some can even act
The govenator in true lies and blue eyes as cactus jack
And if you believe that
Solo mentiras, eses tontito se lo cree en todo
Pero mira que lo creo, creo
Cuando yo lo veo, veo
Y cuando yo lo veo, veo
Eso cuando yo lo creo, creo
Ah, na-na, na-na, na-na... Hey!
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Every night I'm dreaming
of a new and better world
But I feel the cancer
Taking over me
Inside I'm screaming
My chest is about to burst
I feel so powerless
Against this mental prison
Everyday I'm getting stronger
I feel ten feet tall right now
Every night I feel I'm about to fail
No one's gonna break my fall
Don't worry it'll get much better
When I close my eyes
The vision inside me
Comes to life outside
The world's much better now
When the night is falling
Your hope has gone to dust
The creep that hurts you
Will know when it's time to quit.
The power inside you
Let it come and work it out.
The strength within you
Will make the sadness disappear
Everyday I'm getting stronger
I feel ten feet tall right now
Every night I feel I'm about to fail
No one's gonna break my fall
Don't worry it'll get much better
When I close me eyes
The vision inside me
Comes to life outside
And the world's much better now
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El sendero que viajamos
Si luz no puedo ver
En esta encrucijada esperamos renacer
Y después quiero aprendimos decisión para escoger
A mi duele lucha entre la flor y el machete
No tengo otro remedio mas si ahuecarlo a las cuetes
La segunda mano
Ya te pegara en la frente
Check it out ya'll
Ok here's a case in point
Jab walked in slow, quick cased the joint
That's when he seemed to play the cool, pero
Heard all the homegirls scream go Vero
Ahem--con permiso
Then everything stopped like a free throw
Free flow for the next three months
She's so sprung he don't even know what he wants
Invest in the best thing best bet
But he always found him in other girls wrestling
In debt to the karma cops
And they don't care if he drunk, broke, poor—they collectin
Thought I paid up, Wait up
My girl home early from work, I'm later
That's as inner scandalous as it gets
Lost my good thing now I'm burned, its regrets
La segunda mano
Ya te pegara en la frente
Should of seen how this girl had me
Met her online, said her name's “happy”
What you do?
Would've gladly asked her on a date
Sent my page to your friends
she said “add me”
No doubt took her to a lounge
She had on high heels, ten toes out
Then she wood me with the Hollywood crowd
Asked about my anti made pepper jack
I said I rhyme, I rapper up-and-comer
Then she said
“Cool, but do you have a hummer?”
No, “You gotta get a grill”
What for? Did about face
Walked right out the door
Tried to catch me broke or jimmy choosin
Let the perm out, try to catch me crusin
Yup, that's the deal sunshine
A digger in the gold, no friend of mine
La segunda mano
Ya te pegara en la frente
And now the break…Come on!
Just clap your hands
Just do your dance
Just clap your hands
Just do your dance
I know you think this beat is fresh
Homeboys and the ladies too
Same thing that you put out there
Gone' all come back to you
So it's time for ya'll to hit the flo'
Where everybody gon'do that dance
Just the minute the first hand missed
Then beware of the second hand like this!
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