HOLAHOLA!
Aquí me tenéis de nuevo ^^
Hoy se celebra en Chipiona (y supongo que en el resto de playas españolas) la noche de San Juan! Y yo... voy a desfasar! :D (o por lo menos intentarlo).
Vamos con el tema de hoy, el primer single del amigo de Chris Brown:
Lo de que eran amigos no era en tono irónico ni nada, eh?
A Kevin McCall lo hemos oído en dos de los singles de Brown: Deuces y Strip. También creo que le ha producido bastantes canciones, así que ambos tienen una buena relación no como con Drake.
Con Naked, teniendo en cuenta de que es una canción propia, ha decidido dejar a un lado el rapear (aunque por el final lo haga) y cantar... si a lo que hace se le llama cantar, porque otra cosa, pero el botón del autotune lo quemó entero, vaya! Para hacer eso, rapea, que no se te da tan mal...
La verdad es que la única parte que de verdad me gusta es la de los raps, más la de Big Sean, será porque es quien abre el tema (y ya no vuelve a participar) porque me chirría mucho eso, lo del autotune.
Y como os he dicho antes que eran tan amigos, adivinad quién ha dirigido el video!
CHRIS BROWN, claro!
Vais a ver un desfile de moda, una exposición con cuadros de chicas que al paso de McCall se ponen en movimiento e incluso una cosa que cuando la vi pensé que con lo que se quiere Chris lo hubiera pensado para él: estar tirado desnudo rodeado de chicas (también desnudas, claro)... o si no, Trey Songz que ese es otro más del palo de estos!
También hay una secuencia (bastante típica) del rapero en una esquina como de una fábrica (también rodeado de chicas) mientras pincha... discos XD Aunque creo que está con un sintetizados de esos (por cierto, me acabo de acordar y quiero uno de esos, ÉSTE! ;] )
Total, ahí os dejo con la canción y mañana supongo que actualizaré... BYE!
You know you like it with your face in the pillow
Wreck the hotel, thank God for incidentals
Rubber on tighter, no time for a kiddo
5 minutes in, all you’re wearing is a nipple, them titties
Wreck the hotel, thank God for incidentals
Rubber on tighter, no time for a kiddo
5 minutes in, all you’re wearing is a nipple, them titties
B.I.G. Poppa
When I’m in her yaya, it turns to an opera
Screaming, she deserves a Grammy
Ran through the coochie almost pull a hammie
B.I.G.
When I’m in her yaya, it turns to an opera
Screaming, she deserves a Grammy
Ran through the coochie almost pull a hammie
B.I.G.
She don’t know that Imma beat it down
But I promise Imma beat it down
Let me touch ya let me feel on ya
Keep it sexy with your heels on
But I promise Imma beat it down
Let me touch ya let me feel on ya
Keep it sexy with your heels on
Hit that! Take that!
Swing that! Shake that!
Bring it over here!
Let’s try it up!
Take it to the crib!
Be on you!
Swing that! Shake that!
Bring it over here!
Let’s try it up!
Take it to the crib!
Be on you!
And it’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked
She want me to go down, down, down, down
She like when I go down, down, down, down
She like when I go down, down, down, down
You there?
Tell me why you acting Hollywood
When you ain’t never been to Hollywood
This is your chance to get what you’ve been missing
Girl, I know I got what you’ve been missing
When you ain’t never been to Hollywood
This is your chance to get what you’ve been missing
Girl, I know I got what you’ve been missing
Hit that! Take that!
Swing that! Shake that!
Bring it over here!
Let’s try it up!
Take it to the crib!
Be on you!
Swing that! Shake that!
Bring it over here!
Let’s try it up!
Take it to the crib!
Be on you!
And it’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
And it’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
And it’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked
She want me to go down, down, down, down
She like when I go down, down, down, down
She like when I go down, down, down, down
Half a million ways to make your body feel good
And baby you can love whatever you like, like, like
And you know Imma put it down
So let me put it down
And baby you can love whatever you like, like, like
And you know Imma put it down
So let me put it down
Came in with ten goons and left with ten models
Woke up in a bedroom full of empty Ciroc bottles
Fucked ‘em on a rack
Like I won the state lotto
Everywhere I go it’s showtime at the Apollo
I bet you I’ll get you naked
Better had you in your birthday suit like “happy belated”
I’m try, I’m try, I’m tryna get you in the nude
So if you want the bill, I’ll give you the list
Woke up in a bedroom full of empty Ciroc bottles
Fucked ‘em on a rack
Like I won the state lotto
Everywhere I go it’s showtime at the Apollo
I bet you I’ll get you naked
Better had you in your birthday suit like “happy belated”
I’m try, I’m try, I’m tryna get you in the nude
So if you want the bill, I’ll give you the list
And it’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, when I
When I get you naked, naked (when I get you)
I get you naked, naked (when I get you)
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
It’s over, when I
When I get you naked, naked (when I get you)
I get you naked, naked (when I get you)
And it’s over
When I get you
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
When I get you
When I get you
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
When I get you
She want me to go down, down, down, down
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
She like when I go down, down, down, down
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
She like when I go down, down, down, down
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked, naked
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