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Video Karaoke Dial-A-Jam - Coolio & 40 Thevz

Este tema es una versión de Dial-A-Jam, que popularizó Coolio

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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

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Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

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Tempo: 108 BPM

Tonalidad de la canción: MI♭

Duración: 04:11 - Escuchar en: 01:46

Fecha de publicación: 1995
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Lawrence Smith, Robert Arthur Ford, James B Moore, Kurt Walker, Russell W Simmons, William D Bronson, Brian Dobbs, Coolio, Henry Wallace Straughter, Malieek W Straughter

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Letra Dial-A-Jam

Listen to the ballad of forty thieves number one
As I grab the microphone like a dagger does a gun
But I don' be jackin' fools for dey automobiles
I gained management publishing a record deal
I feel I been rappin' on the mic for so long
But still ain't nothin' goin' on but a funky song
Long as it's strong I remain forty thieves in the house billy boyz and the Gang
I put up wit dis an' I put up wit dat I got mo' tricks than Felix the cat bag
Bags of all colors couldn't upset my tempo
A dark skinned bro it so felt like my circle
I'mma geeter you're a turtle over the top
I heard to win dis rap race or should I say rat race
An' since I be the rat I'm in first place ya better catch up
I'm servin' fools with the huh hiccups
Throw ya hands in the air an' wave 'em like you just don't care
Throw ya hands in the air an' wave 'em like you just don't care
I got some funk in my pocket for
The true hip hoppers
I gets my props
When I bus' dese rhymes on top o' funky tracks
Puffin' on the crack I'll have none of that
Down wit the thieves I believe could be my runnin' pack
I'll steal your shoes while you're walkin' in 'em
I got the bomb that'll have you coughin' if you hit 'em
We couldn't get 'em up wit me if I was wearin' skates
I read buses like books and see through 'em like lace
Now I gotta put it down like a real Gee only
If you ain't wit the program then hear from the voter
I'm down around the end like my name was Lawrence Taylor
I'm down wit a rat dat used to be a sailor
To funk or not to funk dat is the question
These fools better watch where dey steppin'
'Cos my act is like a secret weapon loaded an' cocked
So gimme a call 'cos
I'm always on the clock
Call me if you need someone to rock you
Call me Coolio and the forty thieves
Ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Around the global the mobile dial the digits push in
One way or another forty thieves breakin' in
Takin' on non believers in the industry
Who's to find sucker rappers an' put 'em out dey misery
I spit game like a new B got more drama than a movie
If you know me then you knew me little bad assed Pookie
Like to wear my pant's droopy but I
Shine like a ruby you can't do me
I'm down with the twenty times two thieves
I throw into the hype wit my fresh pair of ears
I'm down wit the hustler an' the gangsters an' the players
I'm hittin' fools hard like my name is Ronnie Lott an'
I'm down wit the circle 'cos you know it don't stop
Fools don't wanna step 'cos the suckers know I'm packin'
Crack over the fence like my name was Reggie Jackson
Switchin' around the pitcher like Catfish Hunter on the run like Doc Gooden all rolled into one son
Ooh ah ooh ooh ah forty thieves in the house gettin' large
Call me if you need someone to rock you
Call me Coolio and the forty thieves
Ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
It's time to step to da mic wit da steel in my grip
Cool an' the forty like Gladys and the Pips or the O Jays
But not the Simpson you must be trippin'
From city to city we be tennis shoe pimpin'
I'm lookin' for some action that's why I'm rappin'
I got a ship you can ride but I'm the captain so
Dippin' chicken tender in the barbecue funk
Just make sure you got a lot of room in your trunk
I'm a winner Bill's a winner B's a winner Lee's
A winner wouldn't you like to be a winner too
Ooh I got a job to do somebody's gotta lose it
Won't be me so I guess it's gotta be you
I'm jus' one in the pack of four black Macks that's
Down to gang bang if you want it like dat
So bring yo' team yo' posse yo' crew
And you still can't see the thirty eight plus two
Call me if you need someone to rock you
Call me Coolio and the forty thieves
Ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Call me if you need someone to rock you
Call me Coolio and the forty thieves
Ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong
Ring ding dong ring a ding ding ding dong

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