Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo para ti
Got senoritas in Adidas in Spain The Don of San got 'em goin insane Got in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain In Sao Paolo follow, doin the same for Run since "Sucker M.C.'s" Papi bilingual, a single with ease Y'all that I'm done, Run don't got no flow? is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe Fo' cats on the track got dough Us cuatro, lock flow, you don't New York City to Puerto Rico (whoa)
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre ti You got my burnin.. Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre ti You got my burnin..
[Fat Uhh, uhh goin on black? Goin platinum and beyond that Layin the format, sippin on that Cognac the Don at? I'm at Hollis the kings payin homage to the things they accomplished in they teens and I stop throwin them flings Control of the game, I'm right over the rain A human pot of gold, I already had a lot of Ready to rock steady with Run and make a lot of
[D.M.C.] You might tell from the way I that sucker is who I stalk Create in a rhyme is in formation Or why I made such a rap That is bound, to be this city as a funky sound And to those try to put me down My DJ has jams, by the (c'mon, let's go)
[Bo Nitty] Nit' Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I up My ice glitter hold up All the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he growed up he the bomb, bet his beeper stay blowed up" So much frost on my wrist my fist froze up A photographer is tryin to get a close up Why cause I'm a now? Buy out the bar now? Or I one button, start up my car now? I heard that you wanna now, so baby it's on I spit flows, rip shows 'til the day that I'm And day I hit 'em off I'll have America sewn Rich plat', rims chrome, (?) to your dome I entered your home, you down, strictly to bone The hit that I'm on got mamis singin my song
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