Lyrics:
lyrical style
you're gonna get sprayed
masterminded with a master plan
well i'm back to the jam
with a mic in my hand
so where would you rather be
living
And two ehm
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat ain't slammin
daddy daddy daddy daddy yankee
este es Nicky jam Yankee man yo
a perrear
pegate aqui
Ven mami pegate aqui
que vas a ver lo que vas a sentir
ven mami
like it
I know you feel it
Go hard
Go ham
This yo jam clap yo hands
Er' body turn up like this your favorite song
Turn Up
Er' body turn up like its
lambo
La primera que se monte se va
Yeah y ella cuando prende la radio
Lo primero que suena es Nicky Jam
La calle aquí me trajo, venimos desde
the jam
Aw yeah, we put them things in the air
When I drop a single, it's really like a pair
Of Air Jordans, important to the culture
If you ain't true
Farruko
Nicky Jam
Shaggy
Viendo el sol y el atardecer
Sentados solos frente al mar
Tu besándome y yo besándote
Disfrutamos de un momento especial
Cross the Land, cause the band
Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam
Yes they can can, beware the man
Take a stand y'all, wreck the plan
Check What
In a special way
Yo! remember the jams way back
In the day
Well they speak for themselves
And so does this funky beat
So get on the floor and move
On the new Buckwhylin'
Cross the Land, 'cause the band
Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam
Yes they can can, beware the man
Take a stand y'all,
Whiteboy gettin ready to do his thing
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Here's a new jam for you to cling to
A funky rhythm that you can swing to
Kid
That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga!
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need
said "Tammy, stand by the jams"
But if you don't like what they're going to do
You better not stop them 'cause they're coming through
(Bring the beat
something about a city
Sunday morning day
Traffic jams
Garbage cans
Pushcart vendors
Big time spenders
All have gone away
That's why I love Sunday
mobbin'
Listen to the Buddha Brothers
6 to 10 there ain't no other
Playin' my favorite jams
On 1 0 3 Jams
I got my man Big D, Big Rodney
In
and Mic Doc, Boondox
Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot
[Chorus: x2]
Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
I'm Erick Sermon
fun sized
Hemp tea by the cup full
Got a couple jams we could fuck to
I be with them bitches with the tats and the bantu's
We be puttin' berries in
niggas wanna jam
Lil Kodak wanna make a sandwich
I'm getting bread so they wanna jam me
They wanna make a sandwich
A PB&J sandwich, I swear to God
It's
finesse plans
Willie in my mama kitchen whippin'
Like a chef chem
Pyrex pots he good with his left hand
Def Jam, even the deaf jam
Even the deaf hear
that you're naughty
T - to the thugs and the niggas in the party
E - fifth record, everybody put ya hands up
L - in your Lex or your Lands
Turn the jams
Brought the cannon to the jam
Who the fuck is you? (You)
Who the fuck is you?
(Nigga, who the fuck is you?)
Don't give a fuck what you sayin'
Who the fuck
dey do me like
Why you dey do me like that hmm you go jam motor and your Dangote oh
Baby no go dey do me like no go dey do me like
No go dey do me
with no jam (What? What?)
For real
Peanut butter everywhere like it's my money
Spread it on the bread cause that's funny
Add a little jam now you got
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Why, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although
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