Angie Martinez Mi Amor

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Angie Martinez)]

How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)

(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw?

In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor

(Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more

(Tr’teme especial means treat me special)

I ain’t got no time for that now, dame un beso

(Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before)

(Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more

[Jay-Z]

I like fast cars, I love faster chicks

You don’t need a small waist, I take ass and tits

Love chicks that deep throat, love bein left alone

on a Sunday afternoon with the remote

Love havin my cake plus eatin it too

Shit, I got cake what the fuck I’m ‘posed to do

Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe

Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too

Love sexin girls on that boricua shit

Love black girls that’s when the Levi’s fit

Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit

If at first I don’t succeed, then believe I split

Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me

Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it)

Game got inherited

Mama said if you find love you better cherish it

Teach me!

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez]

I like to slow dance, I like to romance

I like to.. stroll through the park holdin hands

Ask me how my day was, tell me “Ma lookin pretty”

On Sundays in the cut watchin “Sex and the City”

Havin long talks and good lovin in the mornin

Walk them dogs when my body is callin

Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line

No stress of course, cause I don’t have the time

Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz

I’m rollin with ya and I hate a silly nigga

Like ’em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it

You buggin out of line on that thug shit is nothin

Dealt with cats before that I had to train

Dealt with cats that’s poor and a cat with fame

One who played basketball and I had more game

So por favor, papi stay in your lane

[Chorus]

Angie Martinez Go!!

[Angie:] What’s this?

[unfolding of letter]

[Angie & Guy:] Dear Angie

Guy: I know we’ve been together a long time boo

But I’m writing this letter cus

I really couldn’t face you like

It’s kinda ill

I gotta a lot things going on right now

And I met somebody too

So I need a little space ma for real

[Hook]

This mothafucka told me that he’d love me for life

He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife

He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok

And now this mothafucka’s leaving and he don’t think he gon pay

[Verse 1]

Think a letta like this gon kill me dude?

Shit you was lucky I was real wit you

Shit you was lucky I was feeling you

Let me tell you what a bitch that’s real will do

I remember all the things that we did in my house

Should of never left shit in my house

Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out

You would never know what I’m about

When I’m in doubt I walk away like it’s the in thing

Follow all my instincts

The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing

Who the hell you think ya pimpin?

Not me you can go

I don’t care what you leaving me for

If you stay you’ll be deceiving me more

Let me see what you do when you can’t get your feet on the floor

You didn’t think that I would even the score

Through the heat of it all

I was there for you

Cared for you

But you never gave the love back

I don’t care if you a thug cat

Ain’t no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat

It’s niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil’ out

Put a brick through you windshield

I don’t care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel

Since day one I’ve always been real

But you took it for granted damnit

You got me actin foul

Think you a playa international?

Got your bank card know your pin number so I’m cashin now

On some funny shit look who’s laughing now

I’ma sell all the jewelry you left behind

Me being deaf, dumb, and blind

Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind

Thought you never gonna wreck my mind

[Hook x2]

[Background Hook]

I don’t care though

You can go now

Pack your shit up

I don’t need you

[Verse 2]

You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did

I ain’t the one for the wedding ring

Your doing this for your benefit

You degenerate

Stab me in the back like a Benidect

But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type

Should’ve knew from the getgo

But it’s cool I can live I can learn get wise to my life

It ain’t hard for me to let go

I’m a strong ass woman

Ain’t no way I’m gonna be depressed

Let a nigga try to wear me down

Now the rain is gone I can see clearly now

Where my mentals at you should fear me now

Look really how

Did you think I wouldn’t pay ya back

Your a bitch for the way you act

You want to be in the front while I played the back

And you think that I’m gonna be ok wit that?

That’s crazy wack

You ain’t never wanna help the team

Did things that I felt were mean

But I let it all go

Never paid it no mind

Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem

When you dealt with me you had things that you never had

Niggas knew I was your better half

Now you got a new bitch

Pray to God hope she know about me

And if not I’m gonna tell her ass

Stella had to get her groove back

Nigga move back

Who me I’m just moving on

Mary J. said the best when said that I’m not gon cry

Mothafucka thought you’d knew the song

But I’ma leave it alone

Cus I’m a bigga bitch

Even though another chick’ll prolly try to get you fast

Eat shit and die

Keep this in mind

Mothafucka wish I never would’ve met your ass

[Hook until fades out x4]

Angie Martinez Take You Home

[VERSE 1:]

I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot

Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas

Car behind me on my ass, speed pass

Turn the radio on that’s my joint got me and I need to dance

Pull up in the truck and it ain’t my man’s

You screaming “hey yo”, you don’t got a chance

Son, you are speaking a language I don’t understand

Know the dude I hang with, I don’t hold his hand

Cause, me, I’m free to choose

It’s possible to leave with you

When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you

Let’s ride

At one I arrive

Walked past the line

Damn his ass is fine

Some guy now we up in the spot

Watch

Place hot

Couple of bottles champagne popped

And that’s how we doing it now

I’m scheming while the DJ’s moving the crowd

[CHORUS 2X:]

I was wondering if I could take you home

Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

I was wondering if I could take you home

Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home

[VERSE 2:]

It’s around 2 A.M.

The mood is trend

The club is snug

I see him watching, love is love

Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance

Promotion chick walked over while I’m shaking her hand

I’m looking over her

Sorry but I’m waiting for this man

Is what I told her, so she could leave

No breaking up my plans

No time for talking about shows

Or dates that I could host

Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes

My girls laughing

They see me already imagining

He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him

I answered him

He took my hand with him

Dancing close

I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke

He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach

He must want it

And I was really just ’bout to leave, his clique fronted

Like they don’t see

That they man ’bout to tell ’em peace

And to think, I wasn’t even gonna go out..see?

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3:]

All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I’m straight

Especially if it’s Envy in bungalow eight

We making it hot on the dance floor today

But my girls wanna leave cause there’s nothing to take

Nothing to meet

Spot dead, nothing to see

Then we all agree that we won’t leave

Cause some spots the papi’s still come at three

That’s when I tell the DJ to run that please

He dancing behind me

I feel what’s under his jeans

And I had one too many so I’m under his scheme

I mean I’m cool and the gang

The music is playing

Think I found what I’m looking for, no purpose in waiting

Almost time for breakfast

Standing by the coat checkers

Looking for my parking lot ticket…that’s it

And this night just ended

Can’t say with who, what, or where but it’ll definitely be remembered

[CHORUS]

[OUTRO:]

Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]

For tonight only

Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]

For tonight only

Angie Martinez Gutter 2 The Fancy Ish

[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

[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 together 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 blastin 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..

Angie Martinez Coast 2 Coast

[Wyclef Jean]

Wyclef, chillin with Angie

Live at Jimmy’s, worldwide baby

Azuuuu-car!

[Chorus: Wyclef]

Suavemente, be-sa-me

Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday?

Suavemente, just when I thought she’d say yes..

Yo, yo, that’s when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted

Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started?

[Angie Martinez]

Yo, yo, yo, yo it’s Angie

The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B

And I’ll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy

And we ain’t chillin too tough if you ain’t family

You mad at me man please I’m chillin low-key

That’s why I got my little hat on

In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion

Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo’ satisfaction

And it’s, bound to happen like latins goin platinum

Now we, in it lookin for the big peso

And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo

And we, gettin it started so baby let’s go

Nasty boys in the party singin, “Dame Webo”

Better, make it easy cause we livin suave

Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade

“Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago

East L.A.”

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez]

Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh)

It’s three A.M. and we still ain’t had enough (uh-huh)

Bout the time when everybody know whassup

See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?)

See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas

Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la

But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha

Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA!

They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha)

Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha)

At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose

in cubic zircon’s like nobody knows, but

it’s okay papi, I won’t tell (uh-huh)

If they don’t know you might as well

do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah

Pero suave yo!

[Chorus – 2X]

[Wyclef]

Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)

Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)

Suavemente

Angie Martinez Been Around The World

been around the world all i see is straight bitches snitchin do anything for

that almight dolla but i aight goin holla ur pussy smell worse thin a fish

tank so bounce while smoke this ounce

Angie Martinez Fucked Up Situation

[Intro]

The brightest diamonds ever known

Yeah, Angie Mar

T-Ice

Take it to the record

[Verse One: Angie Martinez]

I wish you understood how I feel

Cause these words is real

After that bullshit

I could’nt perfer to chill

But tell you what you deserve to get

But I still sat back and heard your shit

You said chill it was the shit

But come on I deserve to be mad

That whole situation was bad

I wish there was one of those moments in it

I could break and just laugh

But it was too serious to take what I had

I mean what I had was deep

Its still deep but damn

Its sad to see how one weekend could be like damn

One situation

See I can

In this type of relation

Hes my man

Or, hes my nigga

Or, hes my …

Try to understand

Please pa, honest is the plan

And I don’t mean

Please pa, beggin with my hands

I mean like

Please pa, got feelings, damn

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]

See, I know what you’re facing

This fucked up situation

And maybe she might like me

Or may even dislike me

Cause baby you’re a part of me

And baby its just hard to see

That you complained everyday

But you would love me anyway

[Verse Two: Angie Martinez]

Ah Yea I know know I was wrong too

I made the wrong move

I went and looked throught someting that belonged to you

And I found out suttin

I was all confused

Mixed emotions coming

Feeling all abused

Shocked when I read me

You was calling boo

Dropped it and I left

Slowed down

No talking to you

You’ll never understand

How I felt

Waking downstairs

And you knew something was wrong

But I had to finish that song

Couple minutes

Didnt really take me that long

Still feeling confused

But I had to go strong and attract

And relax, sit back

Then you came in

And you asked whats wrong

The fact is displaying

I didn’t have to say it

Stop playing

Shit, at that point

Even you knew I was OK to flip

How could you

No matter what you thought we was

Just go around the word called love

Come on

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]

See, I know what you’re facing

This fucked up situation

And maybe she might like me

Or may even dislike me

Baby youre a part of me

And baby its just hard to see

That you complained everyday

But you would love me anyway

[Verse Three: Angie Martinez]

Thats exactly how it is

Exactly what I’m talking about

Exactly where it’ll end up

This song after I’m walkin out

Niggas don’t understand

When you give them your all

How many times you hand up

When you’re daying to call

Try to dial his numbers

And you start with the first four

When you get to seven

Your heart beat like you’re eleven

I learned my lesson

And I waive if there was any

I still try to understand shit

With out no henny

Just a clear mind

While you’re thinking its just smear rhymes

I gotta go through this shit

And still report fine

And get on air

Be clear

Animal for real

Each year

The bullshit going on

I’m prepared

I ain’t the only one

Chicks be going through it

Niggas don’t understand

We be borderline losing it

And these feelings is real

So like I said in the first verse

I wish you understood how I feel for real

[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]

See, I know what you’re facing

This fucked up situation

And maybe she might like me

Or may even dislike me

Cause baby you’re a part of me

And baby its just hard to see

That you complained everyday

But you would love me anyway

Angie Martinez Breathe

[Angie Martinez]

Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey!

Sometimes you gotta, catch yo’ breath and,

all the time you gotta watch yo’ step and,

catch me all on yo’ neck, stressin’ ’bout “What you doin’ next?”

And I ain’t got much left; tolerance wit’ the hoop-la

La jodienda no se para nunca, yeah

They give it to you but I,

keep it movin’ while I’m runnin’ wit’ the rat race

But I need a little damn space, to breathe

I gotta just do me; why I always gotta be sexy huh?

Would you mind when you spill it like me?

In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh?

Would ya, get off my back, c’mon, let a nigga relax

Cause I’m, all woman now, hear me roar

Right now I’m ’bout to hit the door,

so I can parle’, it’s my day, ’bout to pick up my girls at the highway

Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

[Chorus: Angie Martinez + La India]

Gotta be free, gotta do me

Gotta get away, get away

Gotta gimmie some time to breathe

Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

C’mon ladies come ride wit’ me

Gotta get away, get away

Gotta relax your body!

Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit gooo!

[Angie Martinez – over end of Chorus]

Gonna fly.. c’mon..

How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes

work a job, come home – mop the floors, watch the soaps

Nah, no time for that, besides, Young And The Restless is kinda wack

Plus thats that time you can be in the gym,

gettin’ ya legs tight, gettin’ ya head right

Doin’ it every night in summer time almost

You wanna ass lookin’ firm when they come up close

One of single mother types wit’ a couple of kids?

Nuttin’ come before them, don’t give a fuck who it is

You a proud ass woman, never cry for help

Been doin’ it for years all by yourself

For cryin’ out loud, can ya get your props?

Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don’t stop and,

ya nigga wanna stress, gettin’ no rest

Takin’ no breaths, it’s PMS

Wanna know when do I get my day

Wanna pick up my girls at the highway

Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

[Chorus]

[La India]

Yo necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida!

Necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida!

Some times a girl just wants to be free

from what you think of me baby please

get up off my back and give a girl some space

because we’re livin’ in a big rat place

I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and

breathe, breeeaathe!

Angie Martinez Dem Thangz

[Chorus: Q-Tip]

Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz

I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz

In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz

Cause ain’t a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz

(yeah, it’s my thang)

[A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[Q] And I know how to do it

[Angie Martinez]

Yo, whoo!

Step up in the club like “Who up in here?”

Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now!

Shit ain’t clear, cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere

Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper

Checkin out the nigga with the Gucci parka, like

Uh-huh, okay, whassup?

It’s a luv-a-dub, and it’s your world

I’m a choosy girl

but we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl

Cause you got that thang thang

And we can do big thangz, but go, easy

Like I told you before, cause I don’t wanna hurt you pah.. huh

And the name is Angela

And ain’t too many niggaz that can handle her, it’s true

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez]

Uhh, since the start of it all

Standin alone, claimin my own, y’know?

Little that, little this

Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists

Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit’ll miss

Man listen, it’s, my, thang I’m, well connected

Pull dem strings and I’m, not new

On the block for a minute

And I, won’t stop ’til I get it, get it

Comin widdit like the Punisher

Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad

Gettin focused now

Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now

But, back it up baby nice and slow

Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe’s

In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me

while I, move, my thang, c’mon

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez]

Yo.. I, come through – doin what I do

Niggaz buggin out like, “Who the fuck knew?”

Same chick from the radio dial

Same one from the summer jam, gettin ’em wild

But now my niggaz it’s a new day

BK always like Biggie doin “Jui-cy”

Iced out like David Blaine

What’s it all about baby IT’S, MY, THANG

[A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it’s my thang)

[Q] And I know how to do it (yeah, it’s my thang)

[Chorus]

[A] Yeah, I know how to move it..

[Q] I know how to do it..

[A] I know how to move it man..