At The Wine Shop

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka

At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby

Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.

Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.

How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.

I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.

This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!

Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.

Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.

I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…

Traditional song from South Africa

Univers du cha-cha-cha (P Canzani)
Sal de la playa mi amor
que yo te quiero llevar a gozar
el nuevo ritmo que hace furor
ponte tus zapatitos de charol
que toda la noche vamos a gozar
del cha-cha-cha

Te tienes que decidir
porque la orquesta ya va a comenzar
al son de maracas trompeta y bongo
musica y dulces palabras de amor, mira
y el universo va girando al compas
del cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha

chara-chara-cha


Y bailalo bonito todo meneadito
con ese cuerpito aaay!


Quitte la plage mon amour
Moi je voudrais t’amener à jouir
Du nouveau rythme qui fait fureur
Mets tes petits souliers
Et toute la nuit nous allons danser
Le cha-cha-cha

Il faut te décider
Parce que l’orchestre va commencer
Au son des maracas, trompette et bongos
Musique et douces paroles d’amour oui !Et l’univers tourne en rond au compas
Du cha-cha-cha

Cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha

Et danse-le tout beau
Tout plein de grâce
Avec ton joli corps ay aaay !