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Angie Martinez - We Can Get It On lyrics
(feat. Noreaga (N.O.R.E.)) [Intro: Angie Martinez (N.O.R.E. in background)] Yea, ok... Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Yea, uh, yo, uh [Verse: Angie Martinez] They call me "Digalo" Angie Rippin' the arenas in Miami Slippers in the sand beach, c'mon dance with me Or the chulos in white tees (yea) You ain't peeped the Billboard on Jimmy's Then I guess you cannot see You wanna party wit me, da-to Only big dogs invited, no gatos Quite though, what's with all the questions, whoa Why you asking? I'm all in wit my friends embarrassing Be easy, you wanna get up close and personal? Cop the CD, if not leave me I'm bout to bag somethin', why you blocking? Cause your man in Timbs is home watchin'? I'm a pro, mangu on the stove Chancletas and a robe, my crew at the show Big Pun in my heart, esperate how it go? it go [Men chanting] [Chorus: N.O.R.E. (2x)] It go esperate, hold on, legs so strong We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on You know what's "papichu", and playing "capicu" And tell them chicks that they can all come around too [Verse: Angie Martinez] Andre mia amor, I would love to date you Soon as I come off tour I like papis from Cuba, Colombia, Bermuda, Peru or Ecuador We got PR, DR, Mexico, Panama Guatama' pa's wit flags in their cars This is for the Jose's, Juan's, Claudio's Broadway, LES, en el bario Bronx, Fernando's, only trabajando On the calle, watchin' for bandos These - Orlando, Victor's, Tony's Who pick up and hold me, put away your Rolly I like 'em low key, oh you blow trees? I got half an o-z you shoulda' told me I get the groceries and 'Pac's CD Now everybody sing my part with me, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse: Angie Martinez] Hard level to the quarters at the fight screaming "Ti-to!" Or at the table all night, more heat though Whachu know about the Chimmy-Cherry? And don't forget, I need a cab para tu me le tumbe le Come down - BK, uptown - NY to LA Everything's still "Suavemente" Para mi jente, after the show Everybody get your freak on (sawago-sawago) All my eses, Etey This is the casa con anamo anamo You know what's that? Angie the Old G I can be a girl, and be your "Cold D" And we can go eat, see, I'm a keeper All I ask is for me to see you in wife beaters And in them nice sneakers He like me? I don't doubt him Word? You got feelings for me? then cop two albums! [Chorus] [Men Chanting] Esperate, hold on, legs so strong We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on! We can do it, we can do it, we can get it on! Oohhhh! [Thanks to Shorty2Spoiled4u@aol.com for these lyrics] |
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