Copyright ©
1998-2001 MV Portal de Cifras
Esta página é parte integrante de MV Portal de Cifras (http://www.mvhp.com.br)
Este material não pode ser publicado, transmitido, reescrito ou redistribuído sem
prévia autorização.
Ayo Technology Tom: G#m Intro: G#m, D#m, C#m
Something special, Unforgettable, 50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her She know that, it's right here for her I want to, see you break it down I'm ballin', throwing money around
[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
G#m She work it girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low D#m She fine as hell, she about the dough C#m She doing her thing out on the floor G#m Her money money, she makin' makin' Look at the way she shakin' shakin' D#m Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it C#m Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it G#m Now don't stop, get it, get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it C#m Think she double jointed from the way she split C#m Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it G#m She's so much more than you're used to She know's just how to move to seduce you D#m She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot C#m Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop
G#m
She always ready, when you want it she want it
D#m C#m
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
G#m
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
D#m C#m
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
G#m Baby this a new age, you like my new craze D#m C#m Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase G#m The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby D#m C#m Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
G#m
Aayooh
D#m C#m
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
G#m
Aayooh
D#m C#m
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
G#m
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
D#m C#m
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
G#m
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
D#m C#m
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
G#m Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you D#m C#m Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you G#m Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you D#m C#m Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
G#m, D#m, C#m
[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop Make it rain for us so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, there's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close What should I do, one thing on all fours Now that that shit should be against the law From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down) You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me Aayooh I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her, Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Best Friend Tom: G Intro: g d c x3
verse 1
g d c
me_____ and my best friend
g d c
we stand along wounderin' whats wrong with
g d c
the people that we meet
chorus
g d c well they told us to watch our step g d c coz round every corner we will be met g d c d g by another group of teenage wannabees
verse 2
g d c
me_____ and my best friend
g d c
we stand along wounderin' whats wrong with
g d c
the people on the street
chorus
g d c well they told us to watch our step g d c coz round every corner we will be met g d c d g by another group of teenage wannabees
interlude
g d c x3
chorus
g d c well they told us to watch our step g d c coz round every corner we will be met g d c d g by another group of teenage wannabees
last verse
g d c me_____ and my best friend g d c youre my bestfriend g d c me and you till the very end
If I Can´t Tom: Em Intro: Em – G - Am
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha
P.i.m.p. Tom: Dm
Capo 1
[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Verse 1]
Dm
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
A
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
Dm
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
A
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
Dm
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
A
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
Dm
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
A
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Verse 2: Dm - A (im Wechsel)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Verse 3: Dm - A (im Wechsel)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
A
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
Dm
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
fade
F G C Bm But please, please resent me always
In Da Club Tom: G#m
( G#m-Am F#m-G#m Am-G#m ) 50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
[Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking] (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit