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Cuban Link lyrics

Taste Of Pastry

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Sing! All u gotta do is sing! (Ooo ooo oh) Micheal Jackson..who could sing! But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world.. (You're my pretty lady, baby yeah) [Chorus 2x] Baby..you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Baby u makin me crazy The way u shake ya waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess The vision which got me switchin religions It's tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 - Triple Seis] Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams? Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team Ya man Queens a ho, after-show From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes Don't ya know, profession a true thug Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u Lemme show u how Triple Seis do A lil tongue lashin, make u cum laughin Pick up ya thong cuz its on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin u for my TS crew So where my east coast riders at? (what what) So where my west coast riders at? (yeah yeay) [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Prospect] Shorty I'm right here, I be the thug that u lookin for Prospect and u kno I'm baggin it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You kno wat happened before, in the back of the door Its hard to tell wen we type wildin those Security tapped the door, we on silent mode Musta been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin to fuss and get played Mad cuz they wasnt crushin the same, doin it up I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin the sexin Left the room and ya tear usin the Lexus Flags over the shoulders either way I see textures And gestures, got me comin back for extras [Chorus 4x] (Take off yo clothes, meet me in the bathtub, I wanna taste yo lovin)

Bad Mutha

Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth "Funky Technician"
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman Say rhymes that are necessary make em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go: What's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin to joke with Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts Crafts Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two, or a team of three Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now? Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy (Baby that's nasty) I know, but yo, let's just flow Cause fast or slow I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)

Baby, You Nasty

Lord Finesse "Funky Technician"
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman Say rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go: What's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin to joke with Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts Crafts Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two, or a team of three Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now? Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy (Baby that's nasty) I know, but yo, let's just flow Cause fast or slow I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)

You Know What I'm About

Lord Finesse
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman Say rhymes that are necessary make em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go: What's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin to joke with Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts Crafts Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two, or a team of three Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now? Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy (Baby that's nasty) I know, but yo, let's just flow Cause fast or slow I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)

Higher

TWISTA "Runnin' Off At Da Mouth"
[Intro: Twista + (Ludacris)] Yeah, you know it's about to go down right? (Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!) And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!) Uh, uh (check it out) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toes With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a nigga off They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, 'leave me alone!' [Chorus: Twista] Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party Just shake it, great players get pumped Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party Get money fuck hoes, get crunk [Verse 2: Twista] (Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi Got me up and then rippng shit in a rage In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck Want to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back up We can get into it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this If they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries better not want none of Twis' Represent for my city, anybody that different with me Got to get him for thinking it's a game And whether you from my city or not, talk shit I'ma kill him especially if he say my name I've been up on him - I handle my business And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller Murder haters that don't feel a Niggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19' [Chorus: Twista] [Verse 3: Twista] We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone Hang on cause here I'm gone In the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn' I got paper, you owe something And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline And then kill him and send him to the cemetery With a flow for the whole world like a poet, Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry Shit, and when it come to shipping good Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open And the herb got the flow so strong Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking Never come up with it unwise, and he nigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat Coming at you like sharks to meat the blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat always screaming where a beat and the dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back crying Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up [Chorus: Twista] [Outro: Twista + (Wildstyle)] Pass me the.. Let me smoke my.. (Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it get it, uh, yeeah)

The Windfall (Everything For Nothing)

JONI MITCHELL "Night Ride Home"
So you want me to buy you a car Why? Because Elvis did? Darlin' come on Because Elvis gave 'em cars You think I'm cheap And you're hard done by Look-you live here like a star Rent free suite Big blue pool that you sun by Trips to tropic shores Clothes from fancy stores You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing Going to the church You chant For my downfall Chanting for my house My friends You want it all The pillows on my bed The visions in my head You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of litigation The courts are like game shows Take what's behind the curtain The jury cries I'm not going to be the jackpot At the end of your perjured rainbow Not if local justice has even one good eye Oh it's not like I was blind I saw But I took no action As you began to climb Green clawed Dissatisfaction It wasn't hard to guess That the end would be a mess You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of mass frustration The judges are sleeping Counting wooly little lawyers And grinding their teeth Outside my sleepless window The Hollywood sirens are shrieking While down some searchlit alley runs Some lost belief Oh I'm tangled in your lies Your scam Your spider web Spit spun between the trees Doors slam You want my head You'd eat your young alive For a jaguar in the drive You lie too much You lie too badly You want everything for nothing

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