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Kings Of Hip Hop (Dvd-Rip), Various Artists
Kings Of Hip Hop (Dvd-Rip)
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Release date:

2006

 
Duration: 62:11  
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1
Window Shopper Lyrics 03:37 192 4,90 ˆ0.10
2
Touch It Lyrics
Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-> repeat 6x

[Intro]
Aiyyo Swizz I don't think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick

[Verse 1]
(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be comin from miles around
See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO HOLDIN THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)
NIGGAS SOLUTIN AND TRYIN TO GIVE ME A POUND (Come on)
I DON'T REALLY FUCK WITH YOU NIGGAS YOU NIGGAS IS CLOWN
MAKIN THE BITCHES STRIPPIN THROW THEY SHIT ON THE GROUND
(Get low Bus!) Now that's the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That's when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
SHORTY WILDIN AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTIN IT OUT
FOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I'M FREAKIN IT OUT (Come on)
WHILE SHE TRYIN TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPIN IT OUT
SHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYIN TO PUT MY DICK IN HER MOUTH I LET HER

[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-> repeat 4x

[Verse 2]
(Get low Bus!) And as we started, got me ringing her bell (Uh huh)
When I come I be doin it and doin it well (Uh huh)
Then I beat up the coochie and be makin it swell
Tryin to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (TURN IT UP!)
THEN THEY TRY TO WALK WITH A STRUT SO NO ONE COULD TELL
HOW A NIGGA GOT IN THEY BUTT, MADE EVERYTHING JAIL
NOW THE TICKLE WILD LIKE A NUT, SHE BLOWIN MY CELL (Come on)
CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE KID I PUT HER UNDER MY SPELL
(Get low Bus!) It's crowded mami move it along (Uh huh)
If you know you 'bout it then get to removin your thong (Uh huh)
To the whip in back of the truck that's where you belong
After the Yac, see the type of raunchy shit they be on (TURN IT UP!!)
STREET NIGGAS RESPECT IT BECAUSE MY MOVEMENT IS STRONG (Come on)
CAUSE WE CONSISTENTLY REPPIN SEE MY MONEY IS LONG
ALL MY BITCHES IS WITH ME SEE HOW THEY SINGIN THE SONG
PLUS HOW WE GIVE YOU THE STICK AND WE BE DICKIN ALONG, I LET HER

[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-> repeat 4x

[Verse 3]
(Get low Bus!) The God of the black, see that I'm back (Uh huh)
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap (Uh huh)
For the niggaz hatin the kid I'm clos to strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap (TURN IT UP!!)
EVERYTIME I GIVE YOU BANG SHIT TO KNOCK IN YOUR WHIP
NIGGA ALWAYS DO HIS THING BITCH LOCKIN THE STRIP (Come on)
LOT OF MAMI'S IS DANCIN AND THEY SHAKIN THEY HIPS
AFTER THAT THEY GET LOW AND PUT THE THING ON THEIR LIPS, I LET 'EM

[Chorus]
"Touch it- bring it - pay it - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-> repeat 4x
03:44 192 4,99 ˆ0.10
3
99 Problems Lyrics
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "money, cash, hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm like "fuck critics", you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
they don't play my hits
well I don't give a shit, so!
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road
"Son, do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
license and registration and step out of the car -
are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You should try out
for lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no Goddamn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one, Rick!
It's your boy!
04:16 208 6,18 ˆ0.10
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Have A Party Lyrics 04:18 192 5,87 ˆ0.10
5
California Love Lyrics 04:02 208 5,71 ˆ0.10
6
There It Go (The Whistle Song) Lyrics
San-tana (aye)

It's dipset Bitch

There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now

[Chorus:]
[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby

[Verse 1:]
Top down and im at it again
It's hot now and i'm at it to win
(you heard me)
Who want it with me
Nobody wanna it with me
Oh im so fly
Oh Mami come n get me
Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh)

[Verse 2:]
There it go
If u want it come and get it
I aint kiddin im wit it
Here it go (go)
So girl let me see you get low
There it go
Yea jus like that
Move your thang like a boomarang
And come right back
There it go
I dont need to ask i proceed to grab
A chiks up my G'd up swagger

[Chorus:]
There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye

[Verse 3:]
I got to get it
I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guyz to sin it
I know not unlimit
Theres no skys a limit
Till then
Imma do imma do imma do ma thang
So baby keep moving ya moving ya moving ya thing
And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not)

Aye girl you make me want to know
You do it like a pro lil lady
If so bring it here let it show lil lady
There it go
Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You kno lil lady

Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes you can have a
Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl)
But first i gotta get ya Undressd girl
So take off dem clothes and get Undressd Girl

[Chorus:]
There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

[Beat drops]
[Whistle continues]
04:37 208 6,80 ˆ0.10
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Drop It Like It's Hot Lyrics 04:24 208 6,09 ˆ0.10
8
Gold Digger Lyrics
[Jamie Foxx]
She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a triffling friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That dig's on me

[Chorus]
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head

[Verse 1]
Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm looking for the one
have you seen her
My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz
Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you fucking with this girl then you better be payed
You know why
It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck with Usher
I dont care what none of y'all say I still love her

[Chorus]
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head

[Verse 2]
18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walking around looking like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya moneeey,(money, money)
If you ain't no punk holla We Want Prenup
WE WANT PRENUP!, Yeaah
It's something that you need to have
Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

[Chorus]
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
(She did me wrong)
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she ain't messing with no broke niggaz
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head

[Verse 3]
Now I ain't saying you a gold digger you got needs
You dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he cant pay y'all cant leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But why y'all washing watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he mopping floors next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
I know his dude's balling but yea that's nice
And they gone keep calling and trying
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl

get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl gone head

(can you play that back)
03:39 208 5,10 ˆ0.10
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Dreams Lyrics 04:39 192 5,88 ˆ0.10
10
My Humps Lyrics
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
03:53 208 5,39 ˆ0.10
11
Shake That Lyrics 04:31 192 6,16 ˆ0.10
12
Grillz Lyrics
ROB the jewelry store and tell em make me a grill.

Add da whole top diamond and the bottom rose gold.

[J.D.]
Yo we bout to start a epidemic wit dis one
Ya'll know what dis is...So So Def

[Nelly]
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top
All invisible set wit little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on da rocks
If I could call out a price, lets say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
I'm changin girllz errday, like Jay change clothes,
I might be grilled out nicely (oh) In my white tee (oh),
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife b.
V V and studded you can tell when they cut it
ya see my granmama hate it, but my lil mama love it
cuz when I...

[Woman]
Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin (say what)
eyes stay low from da cheifin'

[Nelly]
I got a grill they call penny candy you know
what that means, it look like Now n Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin only a crazy man would
so if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say

[Chorus]
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let cha see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)

[Paul Wall]
What it do baby
Its da ice man paul wall
I got my mouth lookin somethin like a disco ball
I got da diamonds and da ice all hand set
I might cause a cold front if i take a deep breath
My teeth gleaming like im chewin on aluminum foil
Smilein showin off my diamonds sippin on some potin oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 karots 30 stacks let em know im so fo real
My motivation is from 30 pointers V VS the furniture my mouth
piece simply symbolize success
I got da wrist wear and neck wear dats captivatin
But its my smile dats got these on-lookers spectatin
My mouth piece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth and you see mo karots than a salad
My teeth are mind blowin givin everybody chillz
Call me George foreman cuz im sellin everybody grillz

[Chorus]
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let cha see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)

[Gipp]
Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem reds
Lights gon hit ya and make you woozie in ya head
You can catch me in my 2 short drop
Mouth got colors like a fruit loop box

[Gipp]
Dis what it do when da lou
Ice grill country grammar
Where da hustlas move bricks
and da gangsta's bang hamma's
Where i got em you can spot them
On da top in da bottom
Gotta bill in my mouth like im Hillary Rodham

[Gipp]
I ain't dissin no body but lets bring it to da lite
Gipp was da first wit my mouth bright white
Yeah deez hos can't focus cuz they eyesight blurry
Tippin on some 4's you can see my mouth jewely

[Ali]
I got fo different sets its a fabolous thang
1 white, 1 yellow, like fabolous chain
and da otha set is same got my name in da mold

(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)

[Chorus]

[Woman]
Boy how you get your grill that way and
How much did you pay
Every time i see you
Tha first thing im gon say hey.....

[Chorus]
04:32 192 6,02 ˆ0.10
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Hollaback Girl Lyrics
Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that
Getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, going to lead the pack
Going to get a touchdown, going to take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down
Getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit

So that's right, dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
All the boys want to be the winner
But there can only be one
So I'm going to fight, going to give it my all
Going to make you fall, going to sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing
Another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit

Let me hear you say this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just going to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
Oh, this my shit, this my shit
03:25 208 4,73 ˆ0.10
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What They Do Lyrics 04:28 208 6,22 ˆ0.10
15
Gasolina Lyrics
Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa q le den, Duro!

Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar (duro!)
Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar (duro!!)
to los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro!!)
mi gata no para de janguiar porque

A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina) x2

Ella prende las turbinas,
No discrimina,
No se pierde ni un party de marquesina,
Se acicala hasta pa la esquina,
Luce tan bien q hasta la sombra le combina,
Asesina, me domina,
Anda en carro, motoras y limosinas,
Llena su tanque de adrenalina,
Cuando escucha el reggaeton en la cocina.

A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!!)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!!) x4

Aqui nosotros somos los mejores,
No te me ajores,
En la pista nos llaman los matadores,
Haces que cualquiera se enamore,
Cuando bailas al ritmo de los tambores,
Esto va pa las gatas de to colores,
Pa las mayores, pa las menores,
Pa las que son mas zorras que los cazadores,
Pa las mujeres que no apagan sus motores.

Tenemo' tu y yo algo pendiente,
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes,
Conmigo ella se pierde,
No le rinde cuentas a nadie. x2

Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores,
Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa que le den, Duro!

Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar (duro!)
Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar (duro!!)
to los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro!!)
mi gata no para de janguiar porq

A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!!)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame mas gasolina!!) x4
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