Тексты песен «Tarsha Vega»

(3X) Hey Girl c'mon Ooh wah Hey Girl c'mon Sittin' on the stoop watch the limo go by All the girls are corny but the guys are mad fly And u feelin' kind of lonely so your head u hide Turn on the radio It kills ya as...

I wuz your everyday damn I wuz diggin' yo Realer than the dealer pushin' herb as oregano Connecting all my dots of yesteryear Exotic images of life and they be crystal clear Reflectin' on the way it was supposed to be...

I raise the roof like Luke and smack u wit my tactics Impact u like the tooth u call the wisdom Shirley Chisolm from the boogie down to b.k. in my pumas and kappas Tarsha Vega's a dapper rapper I expand with Frank Zappa...

I'm the one that does the rockin' over here here I paid my dues and now I'm makin' moves this year year Turn up the radio I kicks it very crystal clear Where beats combine with rhyme to blow your mind the atmosphere Is...

First things first ay yo she didn't fit in She knew that she was different and she couldn't pretend That she hadn't been abused by some messed up dudes When her daddy said goodbye step-daddy moved in - Unwanted hands...

See me as I'm sailin' down the stream When I was walkin' down ya street ya didn't notice me My heart would skip a beat Diggin' u like I was diggin' soul music Diggin' u but baby u abused it See I was different from the...

Josh, I love you... Everything about you... Not everything you do... Those gorgeous blue eyes That hypnotise me And because MJ dumped you MARRY ME BABY! We're still very young And the nights very high But i wanna...

Who's that on my answering machine Leaving me a message freak my dreams - Got my number from a friend at a magazine X-Friend now all my calls they get screened Yo I'm over minor leagues Now I'm up in the game For a fee...

featuring Carole King Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time To unwind I wrote a rhyme ripped it up & wrote some mo lines Lookin' out my window saw an eagle fly by The vibe's up on the fire escape The steps I...

Up in a no where town Where there's no where to go but down Ariba en un pueblo Que no esta en nada Walkin' round in circles in the pouring rain Waitin' for ya luck to change The weather vane is spinning out of control...

This is for the class of 2001 New York to London be like under the gun U learn the dic-tion Respect ta Big Pun But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown But...

Everybody knows we got the buzz like beez 'N this the dopest shit you don't believe ask Jeeves Words we be flippin' like pumpkin seeds Yo it's real real hot 97 degrees in the shade I got it made like a lemon tree Give...