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Fatless letra

     Fatless

    >> Todas as letras de "Guns N' Roses"
     Fatless
    >> Guns N' Roses
     
        I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am
    Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
    He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh
    Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
    He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap
    Linkin up with the Primo, do it..
    And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
    Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it)

    [Verse One]
    We comin through to take control of each zip code
    Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso
    We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco
    Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo
    (??) data, descendants of Amadeus
    Transmitted through your CD's, tapes and record players
    We the crusaders, attack like alligators
    Yo, we're known to elevate like escalators
    Yo, we comin through to control your area
    Black Eyed Peas control your area
    Bringin the vibe that create hysteria
    Wack MC's vacate your area
    We three deep, comin out of yo' speaker
    I'm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeter
    Every rapper's talkin bout killin somebody
    but they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)

    [/chorus]

    This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
    We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
    {*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
    {*scratch*} Yo, we keep it movin
    the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
    We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
    {*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
    {*scratch*} We got to keep it movin

    [Verse Two]
    It's the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin up the Empire
    State tower livin is the mission desired
    I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire
    and they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expired
    Cool dem down troop before they time get picked
    I can't take dem serious talkin about bullshit
    Got money and cars but, can't bullshit
    and your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shit
    While I'm holdin the mic tight, recite livin insight
    so we can all benefit from the artform
    (??) took, (??) you to make dough
    but forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm
    Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
    but it ain't hip-hop to me (why why why)
    Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
    but it ain't hip-hop to me (so check it out y'all)

    [chorus]

    {*scratch* "I like the way the rhythm makes me jump"}
    {"Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin,
    'That's the joint, that's the jam'"}
    {*scratch* "Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the"}
    {"Black Eyed Peas"}
    {"Through a nation we build, off the music field
    or a visual thrill, we do what we feel"}

    [Verse Three]
    Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet
    Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits
    I think you're lost, cause you don't know where your route is
    Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
     

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