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50 Of The Best Rap Lyrics About NYC
Back to the previous page Artist: The Underground Tapes Song: Ay, Ay, Ay Typed by: Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay Never cuse those who player hay-ay-ate Eventually y'all will come around my way-ay-ay Like I said nothing to say-ay-ay You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K Ain't a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay Save the other ten for me-ay-ay Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay You niggas who lack orginalitay-ay-ay I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay Every copy you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay My shit remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay Remain ill to the saukratizzy way I keep it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay CHORUS [Saukrates] Niggas ov S.
SunNY - Soul Of A Hustler = Classic. Who's with me?
Uh-huh, alright Would ya hate me? Brand new Duro Would ya hate me? I know ya love me Feel this yo, uh [Amil] See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga? I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga Uh my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Amil Beanie Siegal ] Would ya love me?
Although once a member of some harder-edged rock acts in the 60s, Mateo is surprisingly warm and gentle on these tracks — slightly folksy at times, but also with echoes of candombe in the percussion of some of these tunes — a unique cross-cultural blend that's made even better through production that's sweetly compressed, but also wonderfully clean and simple. Given Mateo's temperament and unreliability in the studio, the original album in the set was more of a "collection" put together by his producer — and it's expanded on greatly here with the addition of 8 more bonus tracks recorded at the end of the 60s — a few live tracks, and a number of other collaborations that follow the spirit of the main album. CD Boardwalk, The style's a bit more contemporary than the Curtom years, but never too much so — and there's more than enough warmth in the instrumentation to match Mayfield's still-great vocals on the lyrics. The tunes are decidedly less political — more about love and romance — but that's ok with us, because they're the sort of themes that Curtis first started with back in the early years of his career.
Quando chupo uma buceta, sinto uma pulsante sensação um arrepio no saco no pau duro uma linda emoção na delicia do gosto do mel da vulva a fêmea com perfume da flor arreganhada em louvor uma tremura forte com fulgor entumesce meu tesão que babando porra implora do amor da melada escorrida da lambida na língua a caricia em mulher da delicia do grelo duro no véu escuro da vagina úmida quente ardente no sabor mais puro de onde aflora o sabor da gostosa macia na esfrega a hora que goza é na minha boca a mais deliciosa. Bjus musa encantadora, deixa eu me alimentar do teu mel