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PAROKYA NI EDGAR lyrics

Cooking Ng Ina Mo

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Okay talaga ang luto ng iyong ina Ako'y ganado sa cooking ng ina mo Maging pancakes sa umaga O kape sa gabi Di ako aatras Kasi, ubod ng sarap Ng cooking ng ina mo Cooking ng ina mo Laging mahusay ang ulam niyo sa bahay Na luto ng iyong inay (I love you, mommy!) Kinilaw na kanin sa tanghali Miryenda niyo'y sinigang na ube Kakaibang mga sangkap Kaya ubod ng sarap Putahe ng ina mo Putahe ng ina mo Lagi akong dadayo Upang maki-kain sa inyo Ako'y lalayas sa 'min Basta't makatikim Ng cooking ng ina mo Cooking ng ina mo Ang sarap ng cooking (Cooking ng ina mo) Cooking ng ina mo Napakasarap ng cooking (Cooking ng ina mo) Cooking ng ina mo (Cooking ng ina mo) Cooking ng ina mo

Lalandiin

KAMIKAZEE "Long Time Noisy"
Para sa mga babae ngayong gabi Alam kong hindi na kayo mapakali Sa bawat indayog ng aking bewang Pawisan ang buong katawan, Kitang-kitang mga matay niyo’y nagdiriwawang Ang sarap siguro nito punasan Wag ka nang mag alinlangan Halika ako’y iyong panggigilan [Refrain:] Pag ako’y natikman tiyak Hindi mo ko makakalimutan Magaling akong sumisid parang si Aquaman Magdamag kitang hahagkan Romansang dahn dahan Aahh.. Aahh! [Chorus:] Lalalalalaaadiin kita oh beye LAlalalalalaladdin kita Lalalalalalalaladiiin kita oh beybe Lalandiin kita Marami na rin ang nagsabe, Grabe ka talaga ibang klase Para daw akong si mister swabe, O kaya hinenteng soido ang bigote Hahalikan ang iyong pisingi, Leeg batok hanggang kili-kili Humiga ka ng dito sa aking tabi Akin na ang iyong mga labi [Refrain II:] Pag ako’y iyong natikman, Garantisadog iyong kaligayahan Isang alamat iyong mararanasan, Hindi kita titigilan Hanggang umagang lambingan, Aahh.. Aahh! [Repeat Chorus] [Bridge:] Hindi kita titigilan Romansang beteran! [Repeat Chorus x2] Oh san kana pupunta? Dito ka lang.. oy! Wala ka na bang load? Wag mo muna kong iwan Bibgyan kita ng munting sari-sari store Sige na! Iaahon kita sa putikan Oy! Baby! Wag kana umalis! Oy! Joke lang naman eh!

Top Chef

AKON "Konkrete"
Y'all niggas saw me trap cooking, Y'all nigga ain't cookin', We cookin over here nigga, (Akon) (Gucci) (Akon) (Gucci) [Chorus:] I'm all in the kitchen call me the top chef Servin' up these yams till there ain't none left, Y'all niggas cooking babies, I'm cooking straight chickens now who got the gravy, Call me the top chef, keep the work and the baking soda on the top shelf, And I'm drinking top shelf, (Gucci) Keep the work and the baking soda on the top shelf, [Verse:] What you're describing is a small time hustle... I am surround it by heavy way she is a small town muscle... A couple of mini staks packed up in that duffle... And you see my body gone... watch me make a shuffel Cause I ain't playing games with you nigga... Staring up on your legs Got all your game following my twitter... If you are thinking you can do the same thing Reconsider. Table top, silver glass... The same... smoke... traffic never stopping cause I got... So when you see the po-po creeping, riding by slow you just walk by like You don't know me (keep moving dog) walk by like you don't know me, (keep Moving dog) you just need to walk by like you don't know me, [Chorus:] I'm all in the kitchen call me the top chef Servin' up these yams till there ain't none left, Y'all niggas cooking babies, I'm cooking straight chickens now who got the gravy, Call me the top chef, keep the work and the baking soda on the top shelf, And I'm drinking top shelf, keep the work and the baking soda on the top Shelf [Verse:] Gucci Mane and juice mane love to cook the caine, baking soda shawty bought an arm and hammer chain, coke I need a frier, I'm a cut the water on, then I cut the eye up, I love to keep my stove on, Arab money (wow) a-rod money, (wow) Gucci Mane juice man Akon cross country, Work make the pot skirt same color my white shit, 50 bags of light purp, smashing in my spyker, Cooking up whippin' up same crocker rock ya block, Living room the chicken room kitchen full of cooking pots, Trappin' like the 80's 2009 Gucci nino, my life a nation movie it's Gucci Mane tarintino [Chorus 2:] So when you see the po-po creeping, riding by slow you just walk by like you don't know me (keep moving dog) walk by like you don't know me, (keep moving dog) you just need to walk by like you don't know me, [Chorus:] I'm all in the kitchen call me the top chef Servin' up these yams till there ain't none left, Y'all niggas cooking babies, I'm cooking straight chickens now who got the gravy, Call me the top chef, keep the work and the baking soda on the top shelf, And I'm drinking top shelf, (Gucci) Keep the work and the baking soda on the top shelf

Who Are You When I'm Not Looking

JOE NICHOLS "Real Things"
My, oh, my, you're so good looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all you're cooking Who are you when I'm not looking Do you pour a little something on the rocks Slide down the hallway in your socks When you undress, do you leave a path Then sing through your nose in a bubble bath My, oh, my, you're so good looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all you're cooking Who are you when I'm not looking I want to know, I want to know, I want to know Do you break things when you get mad Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad Do you paint your toes cause you bite your nails And call up mama when all else fails Who are you when I'm not around When the door is locked and the shades are down Do you listen to your music quietly And when it feels just right or you're thinking of me I want to know, I want to know, I want to know My, oh, my, you're so good looking But who are you when I'm not looking

Wo-Oh

KAMIKAZEE "Romantico"
Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Yang boypren mong maayos ang gupit Pormado ang tsekot, magara ang damit Nag i-ingles muka ngang mabaet Pero ang ugali, kadiri! Pansinin mo naman ang katulad ko Mahaba ang buhok, kargado ng tattoo Adik sa paningin ng ina mo Pero tunay magmahal ang katulad ko Iwanan mo na yan... Tumingin ka lang sa iyong harapan Nandito lang naman ako. Nagmamahal sayo ng totoo Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Ibang klase din ang lalakeng yan Pati tropa mong bading, pinagseselosan Parang hari kung iyong pagsilbihan Pero birthday mo, nakalimutan Lagi kang umiiyak sa akin Di mo na alam ang yong gagawin Hindi mo siya kailangang tiisin Ilang beses ko pa bang uulitin? Iwanan mo na yan... Tumingin ka lang sa iyong harapan Nandito lang naman ako. Nagmamahal sayo ng totoo Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Ipagdadrive kita. Ipaglalaba. Lagi kitang mamimiss tuwing hindi kita nakikita Kahit magmuka akong tanga Kung dun ka sasaya Hinding-hindi magsasawa sayo sinta Kahit na sobrang tumaba ka pa Sakin mas liligaya ka Mas bagay tayong dalawa Andito nanaman ako. Nagmamahal ng totoo Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh Wo-oh! wo-oh-wo-oh

Not Enough Words

ACTION BRONSON "Well-Done"
Statik Selektah Playing through the broken ankles, man Never sit down, cause I'mma stand up Book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the shit That I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me? Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image Of using marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being My skills set is very serious, in fact Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe though My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life So much to say it's so little time and shitty Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me [Hook:] I’m moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the same Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail I'd rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale But I'm here, stuck inside my thoughts I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts My life is like a movie, Blizzard with the shottie Hookah house on Roosie chilling in the lobby Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley Double cut porterhouse straight from Luger's Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers Ginger ale in Knicks glasses, your style is piss mothafucka Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money [Hook] I'm already smoking like a gunshot You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat Many hours, one man standing, one spot From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun drop Cause I'm one with the Earth, eyes red Mothafucka I've been blunted since birth, age 9 Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast way [Hook]

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