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Langue :  Inconnu .
bounce baby
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Interprete : kaysha
Année : 1999
Texte :
Kaysha
"Bounce Baby"
( Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
I'll make you dance baby, haha, haha
Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
Make u dance baby, make u dance baby )x2
It's the world wide ,chico, comin' , to yo
Caraibeen, city or any pueblo
Myself plus, every other emcees that u know
From my crew hit you with the crazy menu
I please u, with the fat beats and cute hair
With lotion, I got no magic potion
Just emotion, music I create that's a passion
Make a lotta dough and smiles that's my mission
Delicious, specialist, not a vandal
If ya wanna play the Van Damme tete aw an kannal
Niggaz wanna ambush me, cause bouche a bouche
Too much, that's why I stay the bush
Check out the sound that hit like bamboo
Check out the beat that change the hair do
The original, sex crocodile
The original, sexy and wild
( Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
I'll make you dance baby, haha, haha
Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
Make u dance baby, make u dance baby )x2
If sounding good was a crime, I'd be a criminal
In the industry they know me like the music hall
Now u know who bring the cream
Organized playas and Kaysha make you scream papa
the fat shit, the bad team u need
Baby don't be worried about the way we proceed
Maybe young in the factory but I study
For the 98, spend the money with me
All the niggaz in the west indies buy the shit
All the sexies in the clubs, move on it
Mcs from West Indies, deja vu in the menu
Famous like the fugees, baby baby please
Number one in the menu
Kaysha, It was previewed
One mo time like yo sista u shine
Who make u dance uh uh, uh uh
Mike, make u bounce, uh uh, uh uh
( Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
I'll make you dance baby, haha, haha
Better bounce baby, yeah yeah
Make u dance baby, make u dance baby )x2
I know u wanna know who da best dada
No contest, Indies West to Cuba
Smoke cigarillo, even day festivo
Hot like fuego, the musical bambino
Sons of millions blacks from Haiti
to Paris, we got a mad band's diary
U don't know who I be stampeede, mozambique
My techniques come from, yo I'm not a bad seed
From a bad sex, that's why I rock rollex
On the arm deck, Don't like we get typex
I got the next, millenium, ready for my text
If ya feel bad about it get a fervex
The increadible, crazy with style
The irrationnal, too many gals
Crazy lovable, though I don't push a lex
I push a bike, but u ladies like my sex
Poster par : kayna
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