Angie Martinez lyrics

Angie Martinez lyrics

"Gutter 2 The Fancy Ish lyrics"

A Place In The Night lyrics
Watching the nightlifeSee the creatures of the streetCharming ladies dressed to killMoving on to get a deal for the nightOut in the dark the fire is onThe heat is burningAnd something strangeIs running through my veinsDriving me insane, ohSearching fo
[Busta]
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit

[A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit
[B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon
[B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy
In My Room lyrics
I told you secrets on the phone I watched you when you were alone That night you hoped it would be soon You wanted to meet me in my room You said my voice was sexy too What was it that you wanted to do? Were you gonna give me the best of you? Were you gonna meet me in

[A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby

[Busta]
Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie
Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
Flow freakin yo' music to
What's Your Fantasy Remix lyrics
(feat. Trina, Shawna And Foxy Brown) [Ludacris] Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix) Yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now [Shawna] Yeah (Remix) Yeah (Remix)ether like we nasty
When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami!

[Angie]
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk Flex blas
I Burn At The Stake lyrics
I wake up in shivers of cold On a chilly sunny morning of May My eyes try to catch up with what is going on They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid Chanting in a tongue unknown fills my ears Odour of incenses...warmth of torchfires Men wearing black hoode
tin with it, I'm masterin it
Linda Carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
man the game plan's arran-gin
a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep
Confess sometimes I roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And I rise to any occasion
And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm
runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas..