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letra de heartbreakers (party mix) - cold crush brothers

[verse 1: grandmaster caz, j.d.l., supreme easy a.d., almighty kay gee]
number one with the fun
number two with the cue
i’m number three can’t you see
i’m number four at your door
with a rap so fresh that the rest confess
that to mess with the best you have to be possessed
so just go, start, proceed, begin
and let the cold crush four tell you something
turn off the tv and your hbo
because the four came back to make you say “ho”
put down that book and your magazine
and let the crush show you something that you’ve never seen
it’s not a joke, no riddle, just plain old fun
’cause we’re four good things rollеd up in one
here to turn it out likе we always do
here’s a new run, it’s for you and your crew
if you can dig it deal with it
if you can’t just forget it
’cause n0body rocks a party like the cold crush

[verse 2: grandmaster caz]
new jacks and rap rookies and sucker mcs
bow down to the lord, drop to your knees
’cause chill time is over, mister nice guy’s gone
and everybody’s getting put in check from now on
from the top to the bottom, i’m checking my file
everybody get a lawyer, you’re all on trial
and if you’re found guilty you’ll have to answer to me
’cause i’m the judge, prosecutor and the jury
is made up of those who’ve proven themselves able
we all sit down at the rap round table
preside over the masses, enforce the laws
if we decide to call you out you better go for yours
from this day forth, defeat if you live a lie
now marks the return of casanova fly
king of the crab, giving y’all the shab
get your giggles out now, i got the last laugh
haha, haha, ha, ha, (sucker, sucker, suck-, suck-)
j.d.l. l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l!
[verse 3: j.d.l.]
i got a hard act that’s hard to follow
my name is j.d.l., you call me rhyme-tholo-
gist and i insist that you watch this
on my fist won’t miss where you kiss, homep-ss
i’ve paid my dues and done my time
plus any rhyme i design is mine all mine
so if you’re down in the dumps or in a rut
don’t try to get out for biting on my hut
’cause i’m the l, what the h-ll, but don’t you tell
next time you want to bite on the mic ’cause you like
next time you want to bite, ring another brother’s bell
ad, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d!

[verse 4: supreme easy a.d.]
supreme easy a.d., the cream of the crop
the emcee that people just love to jock
when i’m on the stage i’ll let you know
that the taker is the one who runs the show
i’m as wise as an owl, as free as a slave
i’ve been rapping for eight years, still haven’t got paid
but you see me fly, as sharp as can be
take a feel, i’m real, girl-taker a.d
people smile in my face but i never smile back
the sucker mc’s are the two that wear black
your clothes are old, you’re weak and whack
so get a pen and i’ll lend a professional rap
i’m real, not fake, as sl!ck as a snake
i’ll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of cake
turn fire to smoke, give your mother a stroke
and have a girl two years going to both[?]
i wrote a rhyme for you and your man too
when you talk about the crush your careers are through
we’re fresh, wild, fly and bold
we didn’t start in ’82, we started six years ago
kay gee, g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g!
[verse 5: almighty kay gee]
while you was home picking with your toes
i was rocking with the baddest brothers in disco
where the people were fresh, everyone getting down
rocking to the rhythm of the funky sound
said i walk down the street, people on my jock
because i’m the almighty walking through your block
hold up my man, don’t you know
almighty kay gee’s name is worth more than gold
now i’m here to patrol, but you better behold
’cause the almighty kay gee is taking control
i feel it in my soul, i got a good toll
to rock hip hop ’til i’m 90 years old
chilling on my throne, keeping girls on my bone
and still be rapping on the microphone
if you don’t know the game of survival
i said my man you had best to chill
the way i rock the mic, the way we stomp on the floor
your mother, your brother, and your pa
yeah, everybody calling us the cold crush four

break, break, break, breaker

[verse 6: grandmaster caz & all]
i’m caz, so what, what does that mean?
you make me feel like this girl, nothing else will do
so don’t blame me because i want to freak you
it’s not ’cause i’m nasty or a s-x maniac
i want to be the one that sends a chill up your back
we’ll start out with a show, some dinner and wine
and if there are any staring at you, they must be blind
and we can both step off or we can be cozy
’cause that will be the time to get freaky
girl, i can do it to you until you start to purr
ice, whipped cream, or honey, whatever you prefer
waterbed, on the floor, in the tub, on the couch
when it comes to being freaky i ain’t no slouch
i’m on a mission from g-o-d
to make you women feel s-xy
so don’t think you ain’t ’cause i’ll make you faint
so far i’ve never got one complaint
it won’t never hurt because i’m a s-xpert
first take off your sweater and drop your skirt
and as i’m slipping out of my leather clothes
you can start removing them pantyhose
we’ll sit some more, watch hbo
hit some nitro and then i’ll go
from head to toe l!cking that snow
above your torso and down below
i’ll make you scream and release the cream
thrill you beyond your wildest dream
tingle your flesh ’til you say yes
“oh caz, you give it to me the best”
break, break, break, breaker

[verse 7: j.d.l. & all]
i’m j.d.l., big deal, what does that prove?
i got impeccable taste and a certain flair
’cause when i walk in a room you know i’m there
don’t act conceited or crack out loud
but everywhere i go i seem to draw a crowd
got a lot of friends, a lot of enemies too
they hate my guts because of what i do
twist up my words, change what i say
they don’t understand i just came to play
so if you coming rowdy, do me a favor
just be on your best behavior

[verse 8: easy a.d. & all]
easy, easy who, and what is your game?
i’m never wrong and always right when i’m on the mic
because you see perfection is in my sight
play no roles got goals and soon to behold
they think i’m fly, i don’t get high but manage to get by
never fret or frown, can’t take away my crown
the bite or the beats ’cause the water’s boiling now
too hot i’ll make you bop when i rock the spot
hit the top of the charts when i flow you’re hot
give me a smile or a grin, i have no friends
but the cold crush four all the way to the end

[verse 9: almighty kay gee & all]
kay gee, that’s your business, now what you got to say
i can rock you any time, anywhere, any day
i’m-a tell you a little story all about me
how i began to be the almighty, huh
started out with nothing then to gain
now look at my name in the hall of fame
while i look at you rapping and look at the shame
because i’m rapping on the mic, not playing no game
the all, all, all, the one who went too tall
rapping on the mic like i play basketball
shoot the ball right in the hoop
as the cold crush four start to get loose

[verse 10: grandmaster caz]
well it’s me, the prince of power, the deacon of dance
sole heir to the throne of the king of romance
the duke of devastation, the rapper royal
maestro on the mic, innovator of style
shepherd of the flock, the punk in your rock
a one man corporation, you better buy stock
not white or hispanic, just a rhyme mechanic
guaranteed to make you boogie, there’s no need to panic
dig the clothes i’m in, when you see me you’ll grin
the captain is constantly surrounded by the fly women
and if it’s not known yet, then let it be discovered
that when it comes to rhymes i got all the bases covered
any subject, object, place, or time
i take into consideration when i write my rhymes
that’s why i can say very easily
that the cold crush four are the b-e-s-t
b-e-s-t (in the whole world)
b-e-s-t (haha ha)
b-e-s-t
b-e-s-t
for the rest of my life ’til the day i die
’cause i’m the grandmaster caz and you know i
am right, polite, really good in the night
and the chances that i’m not are less than slight
so give it up, give it, give it, give it on up
because we got the rap and chase got the cut

bass, bass, bass

- cold crush brothers

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