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Here I Come (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I remember back when, how the Kid got scarred
Beggin’ for pussy; bitches actin’ hard
I gots no play for the lack of papers
For the dope boys, I had the vapors
‘Cause they got the hoes for the money they were stackin’
And all I had was dreams of rappin’
But a few months later the scenario changed
With a record and a video; now the Kid had game
They jumped over buildings, straight on the dick
It hit me so hard thinkin’ I was it
They tripped me out, a sudden change of flavor
Hoes kissin’ my ass wantin’ to do me favors
But no matter how they tried to fuck with my pride
Ice Cold Productions won’t slip or slide
‘Cause when I was comin’ up you was talkin’ shit
Now that I made a nigga suck a dick
I know what’s happenin’, don’t think I’m dumb
Kid Ice is movin’ up, so here I come!

Chorus:
[Make way, ‘cause here I come!]

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Marquis is the man, and I’m on a mission
To make a lot of money is my main ambition
Fuck niggas, and fuck hoes too
The meal is made, so let’s eat food
But some motherfuckers try to hold ya back
Some are white, but most are black
Goin’ out like that makes me laugh
But they all can kiss the crack of my ass
And you know and I know who I’m talkin’ about
Y’all need to shut your fuckin’ mouth and step aside!
You better make way, ‘cause here I come, motherfucker!

Chorus

Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
Steppin’ to the light, and out the darkness
To relieve the pressure and all the madness
So here I come, a young man on the rise
Doin’ what’s right to stay alive
In a world of negativity and full of pain
We’re brothers, down with each other for they own gain
So I keep on steppin’, and keep on rappin’
Statyin’ above the others, you know what’s happenin’
For the better of myself, and not the fame
I try to make a livin’ in this hip-hop game
If you wanna try, come and get some
Step out my way, ‘cause here I come!

Chorus

Outro: Mr. Mixx
Mr. Mixx, producer of 2 Live! Niggas slip, but I’ma let
that slide. Dope producer, you know I ain’t playin’,
got 3 golds and a platinum, y’know what I’m sayin’? Fuck-
niggas always talk that fuck-shit, sayin’ that Mixx ain’t
legit. For the niggas that ain’t with it, you can suck me
and all the boys’ dick, y’know what I’m sayin’? 2 Live in
motherfuckin’ effect, and we outta this raggedy mother-
fucker, like last year.

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Here I Come (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
I remember back when, how the kid got scarred
Beggin’ for pussy; bitches actin’ hard
I gots no play for the lack of papers
For the dope boys, i had the vapors
‘cause they got the hoes for the money they were stackin’
And all i had was dreams of rappin’
But a few months later the scenario changed
With a record and a video; now the kid had game
They jumped over buildings, straight on the dick
It hit me so hard thinkin’ i was it
They tripped me out, a sudden change of flavor
Hoes kissin’ my ass wantin’ to do me favors
But no matter how they tried to fuck with my pride
Ice cold productions won’t slip or slide
‘cause when i was comin’ up you was talkin’ shit
Now that i made a nigga suck a dick
I know what’s happenin’, don’t think i’m dumb
Kid ice is movin’ up, so here i come!

Chorus:
Make way, ‘cause here i come!

Verse 2: [brother marquis]
Marquis is the man, and i’m on a mission
To make a lot of money is my main ambition
Fuck niggas, and fuck hoes too
The meal is made, so let’s eat food
But some motherfuckers try to hold ya back
Some are white, but most are black
Goin’ out like that makes me laugh
But they all can kiss the crack of my ass
And you know and i know who i’m talkin’ about
Y’all need to shut your fuckin’ mouth and step aside!
You better make way, ‘cause here i come, motherfucker!

Chorus

Verse 3: [fresh kid ice]
Steppin’ to the light, and out the darkness
To relieve the pressure and all the madness
So here i come, a young man on the rise
Doin’ what’s right to stay alive
In a world of negativity and full of pain
We’re brothers, down with each other for they own gain
So i keep on steppin’, and keep on rappin’
Statyin’ above the others, you know what’s happenin’
For the better of myself, and not the fame
I try to make a livin’ in this hip-hop game
If you wanna try, come and get some
Step out my way, ‘cause here i come!

Chorus

[outro] [mr. mixx]
Mr. mixx, producer of 2 live!
Niggas slip, but i’ma let that slide.
Dope producer, you know i ain’t playin’,
I got 3 golds and a platinum, y’know what i’m sayin’?
Fuck-niggas always talk that fuck-shit, sayin’ that mixx ain’t legit.
For the niggas that ain’t with it, you can suck me and all the boys’ dick,
Y’know what i’m sayin’? 2 live in motherfuckin’ effect,
And we outta this raggedy mother-fucker, like last year.

Here I Come (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[1st Verse]

I’ve been around the world
And I Yi Yi
Don’t know why people
What?
Why people go to the strip club
To spend their dough
Just to see butt
To see these ladies strip
And take off all their clothes
I do not know why
They choose such a spot
I just don’t know why
We get hot
It’s probably cause
They make it hop and twurk the pole
And their headlights are sitting bold
Makes it look like its getting’ cold
Can I hold you tight
Hop on my lap
And do that dance
I come to spend ones and huns
On lovely skin
Booty weighs a ton
Let the game begin
Cause here I come
Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy
Pull out the piece like on you haters boy
Forget about the haters
I don’t wanna talk about ‘em
On this right now
I wanna talk about
That butt them breasts
Yes yes wanna test
Now sanity stops
When the fannie g. drops
Fantasy locked
On makin’ the canopy rock
Panties be hot
When we walk in
All vanity pops
In every glam if she’s stocked
Make her make it
Frantically hop
We’re all at the tittie bar
VIP and all of the kitties
Are sittin’ with me
They’re all knowin’
Who we are
TECHN9NE, baby
How you doin’
What you drinkin’
Caribou
Is what I’m thinkin’
Kansas City, baby
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo,
We got relish
Don’t be jealous
That’s a hey no, no,no
Me and my fellas
Travelin’ lookin’ for them
Who does what
Make it hop
In Houston, Texas
ATL, California
Whazzup

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in
My cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that booty clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[2nd Verse]

Catch me on the couch
With two stouts
Mouth to mouth
Bounce to the techno festival
See lots of lezbo
Lets go ghetto
Or heavy metal
We slam dancing
Blair witch raves
In the woods
Up in Cameron
Rollin’
Diggin’ the private schoolers
St. Theresa’s bishop Hogan
Those are the kind
That do ya
Get that sarabell explosion
All of my homies kick it pockets
Ain’t no punk
Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kut
Seven, John, George, monk
All at the tittie bar
Drinkin’ and laughin’
My homie B’zle
Started this at Bazooka’s
Booties clappin’
Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican
And Italian
Doin’ tricks with beer bottles
Sexy mixed mullato
I’m comin’ to get ya
Drinkin’ liquor
Off in Sweden, Germany, London
Back to the STL
Off in Memphis
Raisin’ hell
With a stack of hundreds
Kick her that
In Miami
In the Benz
Aristocrat
Where the strippers at

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch the bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[3rd Verse]

What ya’ll doin’ after this scat
With this back activist mack
Blasphemous acts
Hit em with a stack
That will distract a bitch
All I wanna do
Is hit the back of this black abyss
In the cat in the hat for risk
If you really wanna master this
Know it’s a whole lotta cash to get
Me and my homeboys
Will get with
Your homegirls
And get in our own world
We gotta be ready
To get up and go
To the bedroom
Or up in the bathroom
Givin’ me and my homeboys a show
Baby get low
To a TECHN9NE tempo
Do you know
What you’re in for
Rough sex
Much sweat
Enough flesh
What’s next
Make her say
Oh la la la la
Give it to me TECHN9NE
You’re the best time
That I ever had
Give it to me papa
Hit the na na na
And oh oh oh oh yeah
I love it when you do me
Like this teccanina
And I like it
When you make it do that
In Kansas City
We scan the tittes
And brand sadities
Were handsome hippies
Who land some quickies
We comin to kick it
Where you from
Pirates come screamin’
Yo ho ho
151 rum

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts
Here I come baby
Enough to make the big bucks
Here I come baby
151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice
In my cup
Here I come baby
Fellas in the front
Let me hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch that bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell

Here I Come (Letra)

2 Live Crew

2 Live Crew

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

"i got something to say, man, you dig? i mean, you cats been up
There rappin ain’t said nothin about the real thing, you know
What i mean? i got something to say, man"

Lord finesse is the brother who’s talking
And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman
So watch me, troop, and pay attention as i get down
Get funky and kick some real shit now
The rap professional, so intellectual
Go against me and i’ll get the best of you
Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
But i’m better for, my skill’s the metaphor
I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
Or the nile river, maybe the amazon
I’m the brother that you should have the cameras on
I’m not the type to go out the way others do
Finesse fall off? you must be on a drug or two
Cause mc’s try they best to flow and catch the
L-o-r-d f-i-n-e-double s-e
I’ma get raw and score, then i’m outta here
This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, i thought so, you better stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man beethoven
I got strategy, none is as bad as me
I’m the funky brother that many are glad to see
On a platform, stage, or in public
Lord finesse is gettin funky on the subject

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat 2x)

Now watch the pro as i perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
Cause i’m so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight i beat rappers by a landslide
Cause i hit hard, make em run and discharge
Best believe finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better than ever
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
I’m filled with action cause i’m so spectacular
Yet i flow smooth like a benz or a acura
A man of skill and high fidelity
I’m a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
Many rappers step on a stage like it’s a star search
To be funky it takes crazy hard work
They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
But i play the stage while others play the background
And since i rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I’m ready, set to step
And come correct, in full effect
Yeah, i’m makin things funky

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat 4x)

Now i rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as i proceed to rip shop
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make mc’s forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, i rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
Me gettin swift on the mic, that’s done frequent
I tell mc’s to get lost when i get pissed off
You think i’m wack? well, you got to think criss-crossed
Will and able, far from a fable
Mc’s i disable, make em stand stable
I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
I’m out to tell you, i put you on bellevue
Hospital, now i did the impossible
I’m lord finesse cause i’m so remarkable
I’m so bad, i make mc’s go mad
They can’t deal with my style of vocab
I’ll rip and bust that, make mc’s hushed at
And when i’m finished y’all will say "yo, who was that
Brother?" cause i’m a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
I’m the funky technician kicking a fresh rhyme
Lord finesse sayin peace till the next time

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat til fade)