Best Music from Super Bowl 50 (2016)

This is how we do it. Its friday night, and I feel all right The party is here on the west side So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up Designated driver take the keys to my truck Hit the shore cause Im faded Honeys in the street say, monty, yo we made it! It feels so good in my hood tonight The summertime skirts and the guys in kani All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and its all because (this is how we do it) South central does it like nobody does (this is how we do it) To all my neighbors you got much flavor (this is how we do it) Lets flip the track, bring the old school back (this is how we do it) This is how we do it, all hands are in the air And wave them from here to there If youre an o.g. mack or a wanna-be player You see the hoods been good to me Ever since I was a lower-case g But now Im a big g. the girls see I got the money A hundred-dollar bills yall If you were from where Im from then you would know That I gotta get mine in a big black truck You can get yours in a 64 Whatever it is, the partys underway So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and its all because (this is how we do it) South central does it like nobody does (this is how we do it) Ynv, scc, all my homies (this is how we do it) Ill never come wack on an old school track Rap: Check it out! Once upon a time in 94 Montell made no money and life sure was slow All they said was 68 he stood And people thought the music that he made was good There lived a d.j. and paul was his name He came up to monty, this is what he said You and og are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and well make in a dash

I've been really tryin', baby Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long And if you feel like I feel, baby Then come on, oh, come on Whoo, let's get it on Ah, babe, let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on Whoo-ooh-ooh We're all sensitive people With so much to give Understand me, sugar Since we got to be Let's live I love you There's nothin' wrong With me lovin' you Baby, no, no And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong If the love is true Oh, babe, ooh, ooh Don't you know How sweet and wonderful life can be? Whoo-ooh I'm askin' you, baby To get it on with me Ooh, ooh, ooh I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push Won't push you, baby So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Come on, baby, hey, hey Let your love come out If you believe in love Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on, baby This minute, oh yeah Let's get it on Please, please, get it on Hey, hey I know you know What I've been dreamin' of Don't you, baby? My whole body is in love Whoo I ain't gonna worry, no, I ain't gonna push I won't push you, baby, whoo Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, darlin' Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey Gonna get it on Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on You don't have to worry that it's wrong If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good Let your love come down Oh, get it on, come on, baby Do you know I mean it? I've been sanctified Hey, hey Girl, you give me good feelings, so good Nothin' wrong with love If you want to love me Just let yourself go Oh, baby Let's get it on

La gazza ladra (Italian pronunciation: [la 'gaddza 'la?dra], The Thieving Magpie) is a melodramma or opera semiseria in two acts by Gioachino Rossini, with a libretto by Giovanni Gherardini based on La pie voleuse by Jean-Marie-Theodor Badouin d'Aubigny and Louis-Charles Caigniez.

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, Mr. President Happy birthday to you Thanks, Mr. President For all the things you've done The battles that you've won The way you deal with U.S. Steel And our problems by the ton We thank you so much Everybody, Happy Birthday!