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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Big L]
Yo yo what the fuck man?
Big L.. takin over the streets
Flamboyant Entertainment

Chorus One: DJ Premier (repeat 2X)

"What y’all bout to witness.." -> Jay-Z
"Big L, Big L, Big L.."
{*cut*} "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild.."
"The game is called rap.."
"Other MC’s ain’t got a chance at all.."
{*cut*} "My-whole, my, my whole crew wild.."

[Big L]
Yo, I’m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe
You ain’t a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough
I smoke ‘dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo
I pack a fo’-fo’, platinum ro-ro
Anti-homo, that’s a no-no so fuck po’-po’
I push the seven-fo’-oh and not the Volvo
C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I’m with a bitch on dolo
Chips from here to Acapulco
While y’all buck for legs I, buck for heads
I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds
My underground niggaz, y’all can shine with me
Got my own label now, so y’all can sign with me
Y’all can take me from the bottom and climb with me
that’s fine with me, that’s how it was designed to be

Chorus Two: Big L (repeat 2X)

Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)
Only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)
And we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)
cause half of you niggaz that’s rappin now (is wack to us)

[Big Daddy Kane]
And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been
That probably depends, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends
Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins
Come in the hood, flippin the chicken and broccoli Timbs
Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim
That ain’t in you – the FUCK you gon’ possibly win?
I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip
Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip
Heavy with, styles that’s the deadliest
Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get
You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis
About nothin gettin low wages
Drink Hennessey with no chasers
Right hook is like Joe Frasier’s
I’m the bodacious
Body parts are big and like Schwarz-a-niggaz
Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper
If you, block the cash, we lockin ass
I’ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass
Only out to earn figures like we please
but I don’t mind to burn niggaz like CD’s
Now – exhibit, styles I kick with it
[*COUGH*] Pardon me, but I’m fuckin sickwiddit

Chorus Two

Chorus Three: DJ Premier (repeat 2X)

"Other MC’s ain’t got a chance at all.."
{*cut*} "My-whole, my, my whole crew wild.."
"What y’all bout to witness.." -> Jay-Z
"Big L, Big L, Big L.."
{*cut*} "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild.."
"The game is called rap.."

[Premier keeps cutting]
"Other MC’s ain’t got a chance at all.."
{*cut*} "My-whole, my, my whole crew wild.."
"What y’all bout to witness.." -> Jay-Z
"Big L, Big L, Big L.."
..
"Other MC’s ain’t got a chance at all.."
..
"What y’all bout to witness.." -> Jay-Z
"Big L, Big L, Big L.."
{*cut*} "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild.."
..
{*cut*} "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild.."
"What y’all bout to witness.." -> Jay-Z
"Big L, Big L, Big L.."

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Jermaine dupri

Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell ‘em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh from the floor up and ya know what?
I’m sick wit it the shit don’t slow up
I’ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don’t stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin’ "y’all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y’all gotta hate huh? ‘cuz it’s to much weight for one
And y’all ain’t havin’ no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin’ to do what i do
Whole street team tryin’ do what i do
Like what? double countin’ me out?
Forget it, i’m the best that ever done it, need to check and reck

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

Cross

Now, money ain’t never been a thing ta me
I’m down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice band capitol b,
Small v i’m fuckin’ with the don chi chi
I’m a p-i-m-p, you can’t tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it’s cake like the lottery
Playa don’t lie ta me, your stash couldn’t cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn’t, mind her cousin
It’s a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin uhh!!!

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

Ma$e

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon we be the best harlem niggaz 80’s to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I’m the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she’ll never say who did it
I’m from where, even the gangsta’s live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin’ crack, bitchin’ and parkin’
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin’ life, to see him is hard
Fuckin’ wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin’ wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can’t wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out wanna flow beyatch?!

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

Cross

Uh, yeah swizz beatz we them niggaz in the streets all out, jd who you with? double r mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah cross

Platinum Plus (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[jermaine dupri]
Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell ‘em who we is)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh
From the floor up
And ya know what? i’m sick wit it the shit don’t slow up
I’ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don’t stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin’ "y’all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will
Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y’all gotta hate huh?
‘cuz it’s to much weight for one
And y’all ain’t havin’ no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin’ to do what i do
Whole street team tryin’ do what i do
Like what? double countin’ me out?
Forget it, i’m the best that ever done it, need to check and reck

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[cross]
Now, money ain’t never been a thing ta me
I’m down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice band capitol b, small v
I’m fuckin’ with the don chi chi
I’m a p-i-m-p, you can’t tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it’s cake like the lottery
Playa don’t lie ta me, your stash couldn’t cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn’t, mind her cousin
It’s a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
Uhh!!!

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[ma$e]
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
We be the best harlem niggaz 80’s to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I’m the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she’ll never say who did it
I’m from where, even the gangsta’s live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin’ crack, bitchin’ and parkin’
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin’ life, to see him is hard
Fuckin’ wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin’ wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can’t wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out
Wanna flow beyatch?!

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[cross]
Uh, yeah
Swizz beatz
We them niggaz in the streets
All out, jd
Who you with?
Double r mothafucka, uh
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Cross

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Big L

Big L

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[jermaine dupri]
Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell ‘em who we is)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh
From the floor up
And ya know what? i’m sick wit it the shit don’t slow up
I’ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don’t stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin’ "y’all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will
Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y’all gotta hate huh?
‘cuz it’s to much weight for one
And y’all ain’t havin’ no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin’ to do what i do
Whole street team tryin’ do what i do
Like what? double countin’ me out?
Forget it, i’m the best that ever done it, need to check and reck

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[cross]
Now, money ain’t never been a thing ta me
I’m down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice band capitol b, small v
I’m fuckin’ with the don chi chi
I’m a p-i-m-p, you can’t tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it’s cake like the lottery
Playa don’t lie ta me, your stash couldn’t cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn’t, mind her cousin
It’s a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
Uhh!!!

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[ma$e]
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
We be the best harlem niggaz 80’s to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I’m the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she’ll never say who did it
I’m from where, even the gangsta’s live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin’ crack, bitchin’ and parkin’
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin’ life, to see him is hard
Fuckin’ wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin’ wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can’t wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out
Wanna flow beyatch?!

[chorus: jd and cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance ‘til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain’t platinum plus? you ain’t fuckin’ wit’ us

[cross]
Uh, yeah
Swizz beatz
We them niggaz in the streets
All out, jd
Who you with?
Double r mothafucka, uh
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Cross