Psicologo (feat. AT Fat) - Tachi & El Blopa

Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm I'm from the West Ayy, look my paw-paw told me Yah had chose me to defeat the demon (Yeah) The Holy Ghost made sure these hoes ain't get none of my semen I used to coast while I was broke 'til C gave me a reason (Yeah) To put my foot up on they throat and leave 'em barely breathin' Ooh, they get asthmatic as I spazz rappin' Whether you a crash dummy or just tweakin', you still a crash addict Pragmatic, dealings with opposition help me detach habits Glad wrap it, thеn put 'em in the furnace to avoid callousеd Sentiments, Benjamins ain't the only thing in my satchel My life is so intricate, I ain't intend for it to be so much travel I strive to be intimate when the attendance list has so many folk gathered But quick to lend penmanship if it benefits a few part-time rappers Yeah, but my, my, my, how the times change Fabrication planted deep inside these folks' mind frame When you don't got drip inside, you just ride waves Hope to change your mind state, mm-mm 'Cause your need more hats when you rap 'Cause I smell the cap Some of y'all be trippin' with no map Stop all the cappin' Please miss my palm with that dap (Please) I smell the cap Some of y'all need a sombrero hat (Why?) Big, big, big, big, big cap Ayy, look, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello Hello Say it with me, hello Bold face lyin', wolf ticket sellin', nose should be swellin' Way you cap is the greatest form of reverence to Pinocchio Done hit so many people with the okey-doke, mm-hmm Now when you cap I can hear the 59FIFTY in your tone Please take all them ones out your money phone Shoulda had biggest cap tatted on your dome, mm-hmm 'Cause you need my hats when you rap 'Cause I smell the cap Some of y'all be trippin' with no map Stop all the cap Please miss my palm with that dap (Please) I smell the cap Some of y'all need a sombrero hat (Why?) Big, big, big, big, big cap Big, big, big, big, big cap Big, big, big, big, big cap I smell the cap Big, big, big, big, big cap (Don't rap what you about) Big, big, big, big, big cap (Still out here chasin' clout) Big, big, big, big, big cap (When the words come out your mouth) I smell the cap Big, big, big, big, big cap

[Butterfly] Smooth to the ooze came Butter Try to gank my style and I'll hip you to the heater At the speed of bop grew the hard rock You can ask my dads Chairman Mao comrades Squattin' at they pads Diggin' on the jazz that's the half of it Uncle Sam showed us all his space we refuted it Told him that ghetto is the aim, let go of my brain Then we changed your boogie cause your boogie had to change [Ladybug] Caught a fat chat with a cat where I'm from Flipping mad tracks on a love child Nickel Bag Ah Mecca much jive and a jazz touch With a straight no chase, a Dig Plan erase Snatch an acid insect changed her dialect {Kept it} Mr. Doodlebug come tight with a ticket Said we couldn't drip it Came in and we kicked it with a glass of water on the rocks Nip it [Doodlebug] Jazz, in the last 5 years has progressed in its fits And starts of sudden discoveries and Startled reactions. New principles, new sounds, New rhythms and harmonies have been advanced with unusual frequency. Not surprisingly, many of the younger musicians have been quietly digesting This information almost as quiuckly as it has appeared. As a result, they've acquired a degree of Musical sophistication which supersedes many of the previous standards of excellence. So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player, For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through all the Charlie Parker licks. [Ladybug] Come little hoods peep out the eyelids Stash a fat gat cause the loops let you dig With a Bloom Swoon and a Full Moon Mecca Bug no fake takes we let alone baits Pitchin' up your cakes might cause a horn rush but then a bass flush Meta more emphasis as I trip this Butter bug pour it out the mouth [Butterfly] O.K. floater to the order don't we wreck before we split From the chaos came the fattest little shit By the soak of it at the point of hammer click You could either read a little Marx or hang with Spiddyocks When the bass faces fix the deepest cuts they're the sickest Then we just make you think you boomed with a quickness This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack Cause the word got around about three cool cats

Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir Contigo tiene miedo y hace su papel de pendeja Y en la pelicula tu siempre te quedas 4 meses y nada que te entrega De la nada viene otro y de una vez le pega Por que? tu preguntas, por que? Si la llevas a comer de novio haces el papel Tu no le eres infiel, pero no gusta de ti No lo quieres entender Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir Tu estas con ella porque la quieres de verdad Y ella esta contigo por comodidad Cuando tienes que esperar Compa dejala ya Es mejor que pises tierra y te duela ahora Que acabas eso porque despues se empeora Dejala por favor que mujeres hay rantan Y puedes conseguir algo mejor Yo busco a la que me busca Yo no busco a la que me gusta Porque la que me gusta de mi no gusta Y el corazon mas nunca se ajusta Yo busco a la que me busca Yo no busco a la que me gusta Porque amar y no ser correspondido duele Y es por eso que a ti te digo Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir Hay 2 clases de hombres para las mujeres bellas El que ella quiere y el que la quiere a ella Con el tiempo puede ser que se enamore de ti Pero el que le gusta se lo va a repartir