Ay papi, tu sabe, yo fiebre para ti
Got senoritas in Adidas in Spain The Don of San Juan got 'em insane Got chicks in Spanish Harlem they brain In Sao Paolo they follow, the same for Run since "Sucker M.C.'s" Papi bilingual, sell a with ease Y'all think that I'm done, Run got no flow? What is you loco? I'm grande pa-po Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe Fo' cats on the same track got Us cuatro, flow, you don't know? From New York City to Rico (whoa)
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo para ti You got my burnin.. Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre ti You got my burnin..
Joe] Uhh, uhh What's goin on black? platinum and beyond that Layin down the format, on that Cognac the Don at? I'm at Hollis with the kings payin homage to the they accomplished in they teens and I never stop throwin them Control of the game, I'm right here the rain A human pot of gold, I already had a lot of to rock steady with Run and make a lot of dough
[D.M.C.] You might tell from the way I that sucker MC's is who I in a rhyme that is in formation Or why I made a rap creation is bound, to be reknowned within city as a funky sound And to those that try to put me My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, go)
[Bo Skaggs Skaggs I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up My ice glitter hold up All the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he growed up Thinks he the bomb, bet his stay blowed up" So much frost on my wrist look my froze up A photographer is tryin to get a little up Why cause I'm a now? Buy out the bar now? Or I press one button, start up my car I heard that you wanna spar now, so it's on I spit flows, rip shows the day that I'm gone And this day I hit 'em off I'll have sewn Rich plat', rims chrome, (?) to your dome I entered your home, lick you down, to bone The hit that I'm on got Spanish mamis singin my
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