Que
le llaman relicario
a
Cadiz no le llaman Cadiz
que
le llaman relicario
porque
tiene por patrona
a la
virgen del rosario
porque
por patrona a la virgen del rosario



Ay a
la mar que te vayas
querido
pepe
por
muy lejos que vayas
me
voy por verte



que
mira que bonito està
ay
como reluce mi Cadiz
ay
mira que bonito està
sobre
un cachito de tierra

que
le ha robaito al mar
sobre
un cachito de tierra

que
le ha robaito al mar
cuando
se entra en Cadiz
por
la bahia
se
entra en el paraiso

de
la alegria

Por
la mañana, por la mañana
por
la mañana que bonito el rocio
flores
flores a ella
qué
bonito el rocio por la mañana



Por
la mañana cuando los tamboriles
flores
flores a ella
cuando
los tamboriles tocan diana



Y
por la tarde cuando los tamboriles
flores
flores a ella
cuando
los tamboriles tocan al baile

THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks,
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)

Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.

Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.

Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.

Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.

Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.

So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about

(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about

Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round

Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about

Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)

Lord have ya seen Johnny Aberdeen

dis man's really amazin'

in three piece suit or jeans

he's in I magazine, on every tele screen

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could be as righteous as Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

mi know de time will tell

if Johnny gone a hell or if Johnny's singin' wid angels!

Breddas and sistas do you remember

Aberdeen's last letter, him died of strong fever

di month was decemberbut who know di hour?

goin' whey no man no man has been

behind da scene oh behind da scene!

Ah wish dat I could see a good man like Johnny

don't care 'bout di money, di gals or di glory

Johnny never grow old, he had di heart of gold!