lo que pasa...el desafio!) (Dale Don!) (Tego Calderon!) (Wisin y Yandel!) (Tempo!) (Looney Tunes y Noriega!) Miralos Estan en un viaje soltandose (Looney Tunes
: Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name lisa she no have no boyfriend she live up the fridge freezer triple chin or facial hair, she favour geezer although
: Don't knock the old hillbillies People love 'em out in the bush A simple tune with words that you can hear Y' don't need complications where hearts
not together I guess you just had to feel important And I'm sure you thought I was just gonna sit back and take it on the chin But honey, I'm a songwriter
wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X
tempt the lifeguard Save me brick shore take me in your rickshaw far away to China Save me brick shore take me in your rickshaw far away to China Get
of my idols, made me less suicidal Traded pencil sharpening for urban marketing Lawyer, doctor, went from street scholaring, White collar from Police collarin', mom and pops hollarin' But I just tune it out, the tune
way it ought to be ponessed Yes, yes am I the one to keep you on your toes Definitaly in my b-boy pose, thea let your ? like twist Touch your chin to
riding, Riding, riding, The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A
me get up off your knees, come on walk with me tell me what you need to get along a statue come to live i cut you with my knife bleeding to the tune of
at all-no-dem ina dread man zone/ Da one ya name another riot/ Babylon - we spot dem up pon dem slim fast diet/ Dem want kill we tune dem want we quit
Three bottles of Baba roots a day Dat's how we roll How we roll pon di end "crazy" Like Spragga Benz Smokin with some other friends Meditation pon a realms Tune
uptown, uptown...) [Wyclef Jean] Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*) This one's a gangsta tune, whassup
's not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry Chickity China the Chinese chicken
out tonight And so they found a place to hide Does it help, you stay up late? Does it help, you concentrate? Does it tune you in when you chew your chin
my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell, yes" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin Would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell
girl that he takes around town She appears composed, so she is, I suppose Who can really tell? She shows no emotion at all Stares into space like a dead china
full of my idols, made me less suicidal Traded pencil sharpening for urban marketing Lawyer, doctor, went from street scholaring, White collar from Police collarin', mom and pops hollarin' But I just tune it out, the tune
