Titulo: No Solo Porque Le Gusta

Le gusta el lambo...

Y revuelve la pollera
Y yo con la lengua fuera
Tan solo porque le gusta
Y a mi solo me disfruta
Dile que solo me asusta
Cuando baila ella me gusta
Yo solo soy cajoneiro
Y en el mundo entero
Y yo aqui transpirando

Y a mi me gusta el lambo, eso me gusta ya
A mi me gusta el lambo, el lambo me gusta...

(Rompa todo, negro, peru)

A ella le gusta el lambo
No solo porque le gusta, el lambo le gusta
Porque le gusta
A ella le gusta el lambo

Ella mueve la cadera
Este fue la madera
Y lo baile a su manera
Aqui hay ninguna fea
En el grito zapatea
Cada negro en su cajon...

A ella le gusta el lambo
Yo solo quiere festejo
Solo le doy festejo

Traduction :

Pas seulement parce qu'elle aime

Elle aime le "lambo"

Et elle retourne sa jupe
Et avec la langue en dehors
Elle aime tellement ça
Moi ça m'amuse
Dis lui que ça me fait peur
Quand elle danse, ça me plaît
Moi je ne suis qu'un joueur de cajon
Et de tout le monde entier
Je transpire ici pour elle

Moi j'aime le "lambo", ça me plaît...
Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît...

Elle bouge les hanches
Et elle le danse à sa manière
Ici il n'y a aucune moche
Et les crient claquent

Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît,
Je ne veux que des festivités,
Je ne lui donne que des festivités

LA VIDA, Pascal Morel

Nada mas

Una vez mas amor
La vida suena lo quita
Si me apartas tu vida yo moriré
Tu mano fue volando de mis besos al noche
En mi todo ese fuego se repite

Nada mas
Oh la la la la la, la vida
Oh la la la la la, nada mas...

Yo me perdi de noche
En la sombra del desierto
Porque la vida pega como lagrimas
El dolor sube y baja como une sueño cansado
Nadie recogera mi corazon de llanto

Oh la la la la la, la vida
Oh la la la la la, nada mas...

Traduction

Rien de plus

Une fois de plus mon amour
La vie sonne et sépare
Si tu m'éloignes de ta vie, je mourrai
Ta main volait entre mes baisers la nuit
En moi ce feu se répète

Rien de plus
Oh la la la la la, la vie
Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...

Je me suis perdu cette nuit
Dans l'ombre du désert
Car la vie frappe comme des larmes
La douleur monte et descend comme un rêve fatigué
Personne ne récupèrera mon cœur en pleurs

Oh la la la la la, la vie
Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...

THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks,
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)

Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.

Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.

Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.

Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.

Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.

So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about

(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about

Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round

Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about

Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?