Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dimelo , by - Tony Touch. Song from the album The Piecemaker Ii, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.02.2004
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Dimelo |
| Aroz con pollo |
| Cafe con leche |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Um, check) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo) |
| Ain’t nothin' |
| Changed but the weather, you can say whatever |
| Ask around, man, I been in this game forever |
| Cause I rep my peeps like Shay Guevera |
| And I bring it to geeks that claim they better |
| Trendsetter |
| Known to rock a party |
| And drop a little jewel like Robert Marley |
| Original like Atari, I’m sorry |
| But dudes ain’t messing with T, cause they hardly |
| Got they feet wet, me, I get respect |
| East, west, they be like, «He's fresh» |
| Prende lo |
| Y quitate tu par ponerme yo |
| Yeah |
| I’m knockin' crews, out they shoes |
| O.G. |
| holmes pay lots of dues |
| Stayed on my grind, making lots of moves |
| Now I’m buyin' out the bar in Barbalos |
| Que tu quieres, hun? |
| Dimelo |
| Que tu quieres, what? |
| Dimelo |
| Que tu quieres, ma? |
| Dimelo |
| Que tu quieres, hun? |
| Dimelo |
| Un palo |
| Un trago |
| Aqui, yo quiero un trago |
| Un palo |
| Un trago |
| Aqui, llego el caballo |
| Lo que me va a dar, que me lo den en vida |
| Mr. Capicu |
| With another heater |
| You know how we do |
| Straight mantequia |
| Up in your spot with the big drum beater |
| Ay bendito, live from New York City |
| Slash Puerto Rico |
| Fresh off a plane from London, he throw |
| Nothin' but that when I bust my free throw |
| You know what it is |
| And what’s best of all, there’s more to give |
| The rest of y’all better call it quits |
| Cause I tear the roof off at all the gigs (Say word) |
| Crazy bum, since 80, um |
| I do what I do, get the ladies strung |
| Make the track real raw when I lay the drums |
| Now give it up for the greatest one |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I be in the zone like Nina Simone (Tone Touch) |
| In the league of my own, so leave it alone |
| Never caught up, in the heat of the mom' |
| On the run, eating like N.O.R.E. |
| or Capone |
| And I’m known |
| To hold my own weight |
| Like Kid Capri |
| Doing me in control of my own fate |
| And some of 'em gon' love it |
| Most is gon' hate |
| But I’m a keep shuttin' 'em down like all day |
| No foreplay, I go straight to the gut |
| Catch me on the road, tryin' to make me a buck |
| See, a lot of these rappers is fakin' the funk |
| So I handle my biz, now I’m breakin' em up |
| Who? |
| Your favorite-DJ's favorite DJ |
| Tape’s on eBay, live from BK |
| He say, she say, mobo chinche |
| Don’t do as we do, do as we say |
| Repeat Chorus |