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Albums:

Chayanne [1989] (Chayanne) · Chayanne [1988] (Chayanne) · Pistas: Canta Como Chayanne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Solas Con Chayanne [CD/DVD] (Chayanne) · A Solas con Chayanne (Chayanne) · A Solas con Chayanne (Chayanne) · Chayanne (Chayanne) · God, Country, Notre Dame (Notre Dame Marching Band) · Mi Generacion: Los Clasicos' Bye Mama/Dame Tu Amor (Alejandra Guzmán) · Dame un Beso y Dime Adios (Banda Tres Rios) – and 90 other albums »


esto se fue de foul ball
Es más, por la vía del ponche
Me han tira'o con un rocket launcher

(Con un poco de blush, agarro el touch!)
(Y a los nenes
to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, no no
Oh, baby please
to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, no no
Oh, baby please
to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, no no
Oh, baby please
to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, no no
Oh, baby please
to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, no no
Oh, baby please
touch the world and all is set askew

Anarchy, my dear
The brazen and the queer
We bow before you
Anarchy, my dear
Anarchy, my dame
I quiver
table, that's where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me, Ski did too
"Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple
Momma loved me, pop left me
Grandma
where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me
touch, I am far too long to trick me

[Chorus / Guitar Bit]

I'm too vulnerable my mates say
A dimwit any dame can lead astray, ay

Everybody
I go, everything that I see
Every place that I touch I feel him fuckin' with me
I'm gonna fly arf
Why you lie? You told me it was Ryde or Die
I'm
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Calle de la boca, my baby
All I want to, do is,
Crush like Pun, rush this one, trust me son
They lust this one, that's why they come

Dame hitter, pretty thug nigga, flame spitter
Many loved by
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see 
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but 
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
Oh what a woman what a dame what a beauty 
Baby gotta find out what's ya name and your duty 
That's what I was thinking when you pass me by 
I've
on a roll (danish)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this
now 'fore I get on a roll (Damn)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too
a man 
And call my name, so let me set your body aflame 
I'll never treat you like a dame or run game 
Now who's to blame? 
I know you're not a hoe
a man 
And call my name, so let me set your body aflame 
I'll never treat you like a dame or run game 
Now who's to blame? 
I know you're not a hoe
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
the back, grab me by my neck, demand your respect
I'm not a on my back ho
I ride the dick and hit it 'til it cold
Bustin' fits of nuts.. get 'em up
I'm
say that I'm such a man
And call my name, so let me set your body aflame
I'll never treat you like a dame or run game
Now who's to blame?
I know you're