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• Titel: El Bumper Remix
• Album: Bumpero
• Jahr: 2009

Text:

Julio Voltio(feat. Pitbull and Lil Rob)

[Female in background]
[Voltio] Luny Tunes
Que pao {If you hit it, gonna break my bumper}
Rompe el bumper
Ha ha ha {If you hit it, gonna break my bumper}
[Female:] If you hit it, gonna break my bumper

[Chorus: Voltio]
Rompe, menea el bumper
Con el permiso caballeros no estorben
Esa mami patea como revolver
Ay que guayarla duro con el shockansorber

[Verse 1: Voltio]
Asi que rompe
Es el remix de El Bumper
Todo el mundo ya saben mi nombre
Es el Voltage, esta attacando la compe
Pa que lo baila, mujeres y hombre
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale esta abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la pista, tambien la vajilla
Solo pa mujeres que tengan babilla
En el guayeteo son las mas que se guillan
Tiran pa lante cuando el corillo las pilla

[Break 1:]
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Rompe el bumper
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Rompe el bumper
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Rompe el bumper
[Voltio:] Con el permiso caballeros no estorben

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Voltio
Dos Latinos que romper el bumper
Mami, agachate, agachate y mueve el bumper
Dale mami, ven aqui y olvidarte el V.I.P.
Eso para lo que se gengrico y no haci
Dale que tu puede, me encante como mueve
Que ahora ser y aqui con la mujeres (Que)

[Voltio:]
Rompe, rompe, rompe, rompe
Rompe, rompe, rompe, rompe
[Pitbull screams]

[Verse 3:]
You ain't
Shae, mami, mami, move that thang, mami, mami
Back it up, back it up, throw that thang, mami, mami
Los Boriquas, los Cubanos a juntado
Pit's at the bar buying shots, Julio Voltio's poppin' bottles
We got the mamis gettin' loose, off the boots
If you really think, then Ready To Die, Gimme The Loot
Gimme The Loot
Pit'll pull your skirt up, bend ya over, make ya touch ya boots
Pull ya hair til your highlights
Show they hoots

[Break 2: Pitbull]
Dale mami, ya lo que te sale, mami
Todos los Latinos pon las manos par arriba, va a fumar un party
Dale mami, ya lo que te sale, mami
Todos los Latinos pon las manos par arriba, va a fumar un party

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Voltio]
Bailame esto mami, no se ponga bicha
Si te despeinas, yo ya yell al beutican
No es obligau, ta to hablau si no kieres no (Hey, hey)
Sigo fumando y bebiendo vino Richard
Metele cintura y te le pega bien afuego a la botella
Mami pa que te me ponga bella
Con ese bumper a cualkiera atropella
Y lo pone a ver las estrellas
Esta misma hora una querella no hace mella
Le meto bondo y el hueco se sella
Del cielo estan cayendo rayos y centellas
Sigo vacilando de San Juan a Quisqueya

[Break 2:]
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Voltio:] Ay que guayarla duro con el shockansorber

[Bridge: Lil' Rob]
Simon, she's fine, day, yeah, she's my can-day
Baby, you should back that bumper up my way
I can hit it all night, and I'll hit it all day
And if you got an hombre, mija, it's so gay

[Verse 5: Lil' Rob (Voltio)]
I pull up in the fente, scrapin' back bumper
In the clean classic
In a mean, tucked, white-tee, jacket
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon...)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd you fit them nalgas in them pants, hun
What you say, whishy-wish ya out of cazadores
After that
You can come out them pantalones
Dame la cote en el cama, hit it like switches
In Chevy Impalas
I'll hit in con ganas
Have you
Up and down, upside down, turn you inside out and
Round and round
Go to town

[Break 3:]
[Lil' Rob:] Bumper
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Voltio:] Rompe
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Lil' Rob:] I'll hit that bumper
[Female:] Papi, break my bumper
[Voltio:] El permiso caballeros no estorben

[(Voltio in background) {Female in background}]
[Voltio:] Ese Lil' Rob (No importa donde) {If you hit it, gonna break my bumper}
[Lil' Rob:] Hey what up, holmes (Yo le rompo el bumper...) {If you hit it, gonna break my bumper}
[Voltio:] Con el Voltage (Yo le rompo el bumper...)
[Lil' Rob:] From P.R. to Califa {If you hit it, gonna break my bumper}
[Voltio:] Rompe el bumper (Yo le rompo el bumper...)
[Lil' Rob:] That's right, remix
[Voltio:] El remix (Yo le rompo el bumper...)

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• Titel: Travis Barker Crank That
• Jahr: 2009

Text:

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me YUUUAH
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1:]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat Hoe
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Thang
(Now You)

I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch Ass
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]


I'm Bouncin On My Toe
[ crank that lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/ ]
Watch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe
I'ma Pass It To Arab
Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
Soulja Boy, I'm The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Damn (Damn)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me
Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me
Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
Man That Shit Was Ugly

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm to clean off in this hoe
Watch Me Crack And Watch Me Roll
Watch Me crank that Rossevelt
Then Supasoak that hoe
Supasoak that hoe (Supasoak that hoe)
Supasoak that hoe (Supasoak that hoe)
Supasoak that hoe (Supasoak that hoe)
Supasoak that hoe (Supasoak that hoe)
I'm To Fresh Up In This Bitch
Watch Me Shuffle Watch Me Jit
Watch Me Crack Ma Shoulda Work
Then Supaman That Bitch (YUUAA)
Then Supaman That Bitch (Then Supaman That Bitch)
Then Supaman That Bitch (Then Supaman That Bitch)
A YUUUAAA

[Chorus x2]

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• Titel: My Life Ft. Lil Wayne
• Album: www.hear-it-first.net
• Jahr: 2009

Text:

The Game “My Life” ft. Lil' Wayne (Album Version)

[Intro]

*breathing*
*dog barking*
*gun shot and glass break*

[The Game]
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit

[Punk Ass Motherfucker]
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

*gun shot*

[The Game]
Fuck You Nigga!


[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 2: The Game]

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' 'til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 3: The Game]

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton...

Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken (my life x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)

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