Fiesta (Letra)

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Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm…

Chillin in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn’t have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She’s a baller and I’m a baller
Wha-what?

[1] – To all my hot girls
Livin’ fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin’ fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin’ on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin’ with a thug
Fiesta

We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin’ Lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I’m showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
Whose gonna buy the bar?
Got enough
Take the haters out in the back, rough ‘em up
I’m a baller now where’s my ballers?
Wha-what?

[Repeat 1]

We pop Cris on a daily base
Plus we got honeys all up in the place
Bout to wild out in a major way
So put your hands up if you made your pay
Add a little juice to the Tangaray
But let the ice show till the diamond fades
Rockland sittin’ on Capitol Hill
Trackmaster make capital deals

[Gotti]
Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin’ on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in caprime green
(Thugged out)
Hot chicks down to do anything
Cop them mo chicks
Cop mo bricks, pop mo Cris
Ay Kelly drop mo hits

[Boo]
What you know about them cats
That be spendin’ the dough
Every day drink Henney and a bottle of Mo’
Ride whips, hittin’ chicks
Blowin’ twenties on drough
To the club thirty deep
Plenty of ice to show
Mami say she never rolled in a six before
(Fiesta)
Never seen a young cat this rich before
Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow
Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure

[Repeat 1 ]

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Fiesta (Letra)

R. Kelly

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Uh-huh uh-huh, trackmasters

[kid capri]
Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate
From state to state, it’s noreaga the great
I’m the kid capri, y’all dj niggaz, play this shit twice
Yo nore, tell the story!

[noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken i knew, her man named taboo
Friend named gina, we used to call her buckwheater
Always come around and just roll reefer
We used to tell her to stop, but she won’t either
Her nigga que said he’d fuck her but he won’t eat her
Chicken i knew came through, and boned peter
Buckwheater got the word ya heard? i don’t know how
Whoever went and told gotta be so foul
So much, playa hatin gotta change the style
Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle
Buckwheater called me up on the phone
Said she ain’t really mad cause she fucked ‘pone
Now she on some other shit, wanna bone tone
Player like e.t. wanna phone home
Crazily i zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown
What?

[kid capri]
Where the party at?
C’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c’mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon!

[noreaga]
Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how i’ll break you off
N.o.r.e., so fuck y’all competitors
Either you a live chick, or a regular whore
Yo i knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit
I used to lie to her, tell her that i’d buy her shit
Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip
Yo i went to the crib, to put it on
Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on
But even when i wrote it, yo the bitch couldn’t quote it
I found it real foul, like she demoted
One thing she could do though, is deep throat it
But i kept it real, bitch still ain’t got a record deal
Mention my name, keep it simple and plain
She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain
Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same
Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain
What?

[kid capri]
Now where the party at?
C’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Noreaga c’mon, now where the party at?
Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at?
What what c’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Everybody c’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon!

[noreaga]
Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy
Aiyyo this one’s for y’all, i make one for y’all
Dedicated, hatin me, gang related
Either i turned you off, asked you to suck my dick
Or i felt your tits and came off too quick
Tried to fuck on the first night, called you a bitch
And i’m a thug nigga, so i don’t bite my tongue
And i ain’t choosy, yo i take a bitch how she come
You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun
But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they fuckin squeal
Said she know jay-z, and she know shaquille
Chicken add me to the list, so what’s the deal?
Want a nigga waitin long, i’m off later
She be callin me up, askin ‘noreaga?’
Yo whattup, fuck the talkin let’s just fuck
"yo i like the song where you say what-what"
Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt
What?

[kid capri]
Now where the party at?
C’mon, now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin c’mon, now where the party at?
Move it! move it! now where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Yo noreaga! yo where the party at?
C’mon, c’mon, now where the party at?
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, uh uh uhh
Uh, uh uh uhh uh
Keep it movin, now where the party at?
Uh, uh, now where the party it?
Keep it movin, uh, where the party at?
Yeah yeah, now where the party at?
Word up, one time
Noreaga
Forever baby

Fiesta (Letra)

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Featuring gotti & boo

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm…

Chillin in my four point six at the light
Bout to be vip for the night
Shorty in the drop top v made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like i was the police
Didn’t have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got friday on a dvd
She’s a baller and i’m a baller
Wha-what?

1 – to all my hot girls
Livin’ fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin’ fiesta
To all my chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin’ on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin’ with a thug
Fiesta

We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin’ lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as i get a buzz i’m showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
Whose gonna buy the bar?
Got enough
Take the haters out in the back, rough ‘em up
I’m a baller now where’s my ballers?
Wha-what?

Repeat 1

We pop cris on a daily base
Plus we got honeys all up in the place
Bout to wild out in a major way
So put your hands up if you made your pay
Add a little juice to the tangaray
But let the ice show till the diamond fades
Rockland sittin’ on capitol hill
Trackmaster make capital deals

[gotti]
Now look at gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin’ on them gleamy things
Now rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, r&b thug and it sings to king
Got pj niggas in caprime green
(thugged out)
Hot chicks down to do anything
Cop them mo chicks
Cop mo bricks, pop mo cris
Ay kelly drop mo hits

[boo]
What you know about them cats
That be spendin’ the dough
Every day drink henney and a bottle of mo’
Ride whips, hittin’ chicks
Blowin’ twenties on drough
To the club thirty deep
Plenty of ice to show
Mami say she never rolled in a six before
(fiesta)
Never seen a young cat this rich before
Yeah kelly made the way for these niggas to blow
Thugged out, 2g, rockland for sure

Repeat 1

Fiesta (Letra)

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I am francisco vasquez garcia
I am welcome to almeria
We have sin gas and con leche
We have fiesta and feria
We have the song of the cochona
We have brandy and half corona
And leonardo and his accordione
And kalamari and macaroni

Come all you rambling boys of pleasure
And ladies of easy leisure
We must say adios! until we see
Almeria once again

There is a minstrel, there you see,
And he stoppeth one in three
He whispers in this one’s ear
"will you kindly kill that doll for me"
Now he has won cochona in the bingo
All the town has watched this crazy gringo
As he pulls off the dolls head laughing
And miraldo! throws its body in the sea

El veinticinco de agosto
Abrio sus ojos jaime fearnley
Para el bebe cinquante cincampari
Y se tendio para cerrarlos
Y costello el rey del america
Y suntuosa cait o’riordan
Nor vompere mis calliones
Los gritos fuera de las casas