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No Time (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Intro: Puff Daddy

Heh, heheheh

I got, no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that’s right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that’s right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" – B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" – B.I.G.)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that’s right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let’s go)

Verse One: Lil’ Kim

Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow — in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so’s, then I’m the same chick
that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don’t test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!

Chorus: Puff Daddy

Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that’s right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" – B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" – B.I.G.)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that’s right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background), Lil’ Kim

How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won’t do it like that
Can’t work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta’s, do the cha-cha
Work down your ta-ta’s do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa

You da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I’ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I’m drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain’t a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can’t fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil’ Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

Chorus: subst ‘Got’ for ‘Heyyy’, minus B.I.G. samples

Verse Three: Lil’ Kim

Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin in your stash
(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money
no licky licky — fuck the dicky dicky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
Your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain’t sweet, John Paul peeps
shouldn’t compete, if you can’t wet it, forget it
Don’t sweat it, I bet it’d
make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can’t stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by’s they be callin, and you ain’t know
While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don’t stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That’s right… nine-six Bad Boy c’mon)

Chorus to end, broken down by four line groups
1st group: w/o B.I.G
2nd group: w/o B.I.G.
3rd group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice
4th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice + voiceover
Spread love, c’mon
5th group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice
6th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice
7th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover
As we proceed, to give you what you need!
We continue on!
8th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover
Uh-uh, uh-uh, c’mon!
Hahah
(fades into 9th group)

Compartilhe!

No Time (Letra)

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Eating time and leaving crumbs
Spilling wine like water runs
Blue sky in my window pull the shade down
I am just a little boy
Thirty years still breaking toys

Got no time for peace
Killing the dove
No time for anything not even god above
10, 9, 8, 7 all good boys go to heaven
6, 5, 4, 3 listen to the clock ticking
This is too, much for one
Got no time to come undone

Sunshine in the pouring rain
Welcome to my twisted fate
Whiskey in my hands no woman in my arms
I am just a little boy
Thirty years still breaking toys

Got no time for peace
Killing the dove
No time for anything not even god above
10, 9, 8, 7 all good boys go to heaven
6, 5, 4, 3 listen to the clock ticking
This is too, much for one
Got no time to come undone

Got no time for peace
Killing the dove
No time for anything not even god above
10, 9, 8, 7 all good boys go to heaven
6, 5, 4, 3 listen to the clock ticking
This is too, much for one
Got no time to come undone

No Time (Letra)

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(cale)

No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting the grooves, no time

Summer comes and summers gone
Winter sings it’s very sad song
The saddest part of all it seems
How we lose most of our dreams

No time for making my moves, no time
I got no time for hitting the booze, no time

The clock it turns at a rapid pace
And takes us to another place
The train it goes from here to there
Just left me standin’ here

No time for making my moves, no time
I got no time for hitting my grooves, no time

I had the blues this mornin’
I cried all day
I guess you lose the blues in the mornin’
If you cry the blues away

I got no time for hitting my grooves, no time
No time for making my moves, no time
No time and nothin’ to lose
I got no time for hittin’ the booze, no time

Lets go man, hmmm i got no time
I got no no no no n n n no no time, no time

No Time (Letra)

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Saw the folks down below crying
Heard them on the radio lying
Distant bells in the air
Ringing out do they hear?
Do they know it’s growing very near?

Everybody sitting here
They don’t realize
They’ve got no time

Saw the transmitter sway slowly
Saw it crash in the lane coldly
Saw the seas rushing in
To the coast now they’ve seen
Now they know it’s growing very near

Everybody sitting here
They don’t realize
They’ve got no time

Saw them gather in slow motion
Setting sail on the tired ocean
Heard the clouds rolling by
Shouting down from the sky
Hear them speak their last goodbye

Everybody sitting here
They don’t realize
They’ve got no time
No time

No Time (Letra)

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You know you never know yourself
All the years you’ve lived
You could be someone else
And all the times you’ve been alone
All the lies you told
Now haunt your perfect spacious home

And now there’s no time
And now there’s no time
It’s not such a crime
To say you don’t love her

All those awkward silences over breakfast
As you fumble with your toast
You know the magic’s gone for good
Little things get on your nerves
That never worried you before

And now there’s no time
And now there’s no time
It’s not such a crime
To say you don’t love her

And you swore
It would never happen to you
And you said
You’d always be so true
Ba-da-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh…

And now there’s no time
And now there’s no time
And now there’s no time
And now there’s no time
It’s not such a crime
To say you don’t love her

No Time (Letra)

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By hank cicalo

Hober reeber sabasoben
Hobaseeba snick
Seeberraber hobosoben
What did you expect?

No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Runnin’ from the risin’ heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin’ on the other side.

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

[instrumental riff]

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

[instrumental riff]

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Tryin’ to tell the world
Somehow of how i feel.
Tell me what you said again,
I can’t believe it’s real.

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Andy, you’re a dandy,
You don’t seem to make no sense.
Nevermind the furthermore,
The plea is self-defense

No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.

Got no time
I got no time
[repeat, adlib and fade]

No Time (Letra)

Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting my groove, no time
Summer comes and summer gone
When i sing the very same song
Set apart of all the scene
How we long for all our dreams
No time for making no moves, no time
No time for hitting no grooves, no time
The clock it turns at a rapid pace
Takes us to another place
The train it goes from here to there
Just left me standing here
No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting my grooves, no time
I had the blues this morning i cried all day
I guess you lose the blues in the morning if you cry ‘em away
No time for making my moves, oh no time
No time for hitting my grooves, no, no time