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Celebration (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Gimme that beat, fool
This a full time jack, no really this a sounwave track
So really I ain’t gotta steal nothing all
I gotta do is kill it when you press
Record button let the paralyzed feel it
I came back with a full time swag
And the critics thought they had me
Nah, I just bought more batteries

Turned up supercharged, a medium away from livin’ large
Matter fact, where my niggas at?
Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?
Enemies bleed on the maxi pad, pussy
You fucked with the wrong one I’m on
One I’ll make sure your kids breathe ammonia
Good kid, mad city evil in my heart from
The blood niggas fuckin’ with me crip niggas tryna kill me
Malcolm x mind state, if I raise the crime rate

It’s a legitimate reason why I put on repeat kanye’s “touch the sky”
But I’ll be looking passed that I’m tryna touch God
My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend
Ya’ll married to the game well I’m bout to crash weddings
I put a lot of pain in the shit I write
If you goin’ through something, this is shit you recite
This is bigger than life
This is kendrick lamar
This is jimi hendrix guitar on tall [?] I mean war like that
Yeah, straight like that

In 2010 I’m tryna ball, nigga!
Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!
That’s a quote from ab-soul I suppose
Since you laugh that’s the ultimate goal
On behalf of the top dawg conglomerate
Shall stay anonymous
Searchin’ 7 continents accomplishing big shit
Big ass, big tits she on me

And just to get to me she’ll fuck the homies-homie’s homies
The life of a cool nigga
My nigga tony said “just do you, nigga!”
Sure improve, nigga
And they gon’ play you for a fool that’s
For sure till they know you got the stankiest stew, nigga!
I ain’t trippin’ I’m just tippin’ on fo-fo’s
Back in the city and tippin’ on 4 hoes
That boy got a cold cold
He’s sick con, slick on
Drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah
Ooooh
Straight like that

Why ya’ll complain about og’s?
I don’t look at a legend and say you owe me
Not snoop not dre not ice cube
I don’t care me and quik went to the same school
I look at the mirror and do it myself like a self made nigga
I don’t need a maid, nigga
Do I need a cosign from dre or jigga?
They can make me much bigger, but do I need em though?
I just made a flow

The type of shit that make you think you seen
Pac ghost “me against the world” on you motherfuckers
I got my back against the wall and a.45, dog get smoked, chris tucker
Uhh, tryna record my steelo
Even when I’m not there just like tivo
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And weed move slow right now but e go
You know what I’m talkin’ bout?
I look at your audemars to put ya’ll in time out
It’s time to unveil the real and your
Careers bout as frail as ms. Winehouse
Just salute brother [?] and pull the wine out
Oooh, just like that

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Celebration (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse
It’s your day, your special day
We all are here to celebrate
It’s once a year your happy day
The light goes out but time stays still

Bridge
There is no-one that can stop you
Scream and shout it’s so good
Feel the beat and feel the music
It is time for cheeky dance

Chorus
S.O.S. it’s a celebration
S.O.S. cos it’s partytime
S.O.S. it’s a celebration
S.O.S. and it’s time for fun

Verse
It’s your night, oh what a night
Give me a kiss and we’ll celebrate
I’m just a girl, and you’re just a boy
All things I want, I want with you

Repeat Bridge
Repeat Chorus

Middle 8
Celebrate oh yeah
Celebrate so good
Celebrate let’s go (repeat)
Repeat chorus to end
 

Celebration (Letra)

Nivea

Nivea

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(coverdale/moody)

I was running for the folks i know
Never had it good
But don’t know if they’re feeling fine
Had to leave them soon
Recently i seem to have
Become a new born man
I want to share with everyone
What happened in my past

Open up the door,
Gonna be down the road
Celebration, celebration,
Celebration, celebration

Feeling come and go again
Never have to please
After she let you down
Bring you to your knees

When you’re feeling good,
Nothing you can do
Gonna take you to the mardi gras
Piss it out on you

Gonna make you feel alright
Gonna make it through the night
Celebration, celebration,
Celebration, celebration

If you want to know
What happend in the past
Never had it good
Come on in and see the crime
I really believe they should

Recently i’ve seen to have
Become an new born man
I want to share with everyone
What happened in my past

I’ve never been one to tease
Only want to please
Celebration, celebration,
Celebration, celebration

Celebration – i just want to celebrate
Celebration – gimme two, give me one

Celebration (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Written: bell, taylor

Intro:
Wah-ho
Wah-ho
Wah-ho

Main:
Celebration good times, come on
It’s a celebration
Celebration good times, come on
Let’s celebrate

1:
There’s a party goin’ on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times and your laughter too
We’re gonna celebrate your party wlth you
Come on now
(celebration)
Let’s all celebrate and have a good time
(celebration)
We’re gonna celebrate and have a good time

Chorus:
It’s time to come together
It’s up to you, what’s your pleasure
Everyone around the world, come on

Wah-ho
It’s a celebration
Wah-ho

Main:

4x: we’re gonna have a good time tonight
Let’s celebrate, it’s all right

Chorus:

Wah-ho
Wah-ho

Celebration good times, come on
(let’s celebrate)
Ohh ohh
Celebration good times, come on
(it’s a celebration)
Celebration good times, come on
(let’s celebrate)
Come on and celebrate tonight
‘cos everything’s gonna be all right
Let’s celebrate

Main:
(repeat & fade)

Celebration (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Let’s dance around in circles
Let’s dance around the maypole
Let’s welcome the season
Let’s celebrate mama nature’s bountiful soul
Let’s feast at her banquet
Give thanks and let the good times roll
Come on and join hands
Come on with me and my may queen
Come and bang your drum
Come and shake your ass and tambourine
Rejoice and let’s get merry
Come on and let’s dig this scene
Let’s all come together on this celebration day

Celebration (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Modern love
It’s a funny thing
It’s full of diamonds
And a pretty ring
But it’s gonna get me
Oh it’s gonna get me
Get me so down

Summer loving
Makes me freeze
It leaves me standing
In a cold, cold breeze
So i’m gonna get me
Get me outa town and stop wasting time

Everytime i look into her eyes
They’re filled with such emotion
They’re filled with such emotion
I don’t want to keep on waiting starting my own celebration

Sisters loving
It’s a strong, strong thing
It’s never ending
And i don’t need no diamond ring
But it won’t leave them
In a cold cold time
These are difficult times to be celebrating

Celebration (Letra)

Cheeky Girls

Cheeky Girls

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[hispanic voice same as "intro" from _in my lifetime, vol. 1_]
What you think you like me? you ain’t like me *motherfucker*
You a punk
I been with made people.. connec-ted people
Who you been wit? chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers*
Why don’t you go get lost
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin

[jay-z]
You’re now tuned into the greatest
*motherfuckers* can’t beat us, join us, can’t fade us, hate us
Can’t touch it, *fuck it*, can’t see em, try to be em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th wonder
Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
Face one up, to take over, the break’s over
*nigga* i’m the god mc, me, jay-hovah
*shit* knockin, almost a crime, get cochran
Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand
Hot land, fbi, dea, i did crime, got away
They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride
If they try to plant, under the seat of my car
Even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
Rep ya game pros

[wais]
We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin sperm inside of latex
You get, no respect like a child rapist
Delegate this, men just givin facelifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
Nor ceasar’s, the cia flooded my block with diseases
Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
Who start *shit*? my style is laced with arsenic
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me wasted
You call the order, i’ll be in hell
Team roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the global, my life’s a novel
Blazin in barnes and noble, idolize the vocals
Y’all niggaz is local but that’s evident
I’m resident evil, movin like ?

[memphis bleek]
Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
Like a compound fracture, can’t *fuck* widdit
For the love of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin you found us
Movin with speed, tried to play superman
Ended up like chris reeves
Parapalegic, precise minds like the pharoah’s of egypt
Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it
Keepin my team top seeded with the sweet 16’s
Bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret
It’s like a story never told, but believe it…

[sauce money]
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like sanka
I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, aim better
Than toothpaste, jerry maguire
"show me the money" like clue tapes
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin
Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome like the omen, foamin
White sheets got ya wrapped like a roman
Back in new york, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
*niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that’s fully developed
Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?
Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, i leave the whole street wheezing
No *motherfuckers* hope i fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Got em scared to drop like soap in jail

[jay-z]
Geyeah, there you have it
Just think of ours as can’t be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-a-fella family