| Yeah, por favor
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| Right, uhh, yeah, yeah
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| Check check
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| Yo, check me, check me, uh — yo
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| Such a long way to go, but I can’t wait to see, my little spanish fly
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| Such a lonely road to roam, but I can’t wait to see, my little spanish fly
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| Right, right, yo, yo
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| I met her at the Copa, Cabana (how she look?)
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| Word to mom she bananas, I swear I wanna slam her
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| Like Tito Santana, can’t wait to wrestle her
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| Curious about the sex in her, Gabbana dress on her
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| Next to her, this cat champagne sippin, ice drippin
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| Roleys on the cuff, but she winked at Big Stuff
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| «How you doin papa?» |
| I’m just chillin mama
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| Loungin — «Smokin on your Cubana?»
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| Si, the, first name Heavy
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| She started rubbin on my big belly, stay put
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| I can see how you got these other dames shook
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| Cause from the first look, a nigga like Water was hooked
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| She said the name was Carmelita, boricua, from Puerto Rica
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| Tu eres, mi amiga, senorita?
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| Me and you friends baby, me and you friends
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| «Si somos amigos»
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| Hu-huh, yo
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| You the flyest lady in the house «true» hear Heavy out
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| Wanna make you scream «uh-huh» wanna make you shout «okay»
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| Let me feel this real, baby we can chill
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| Week in Brazil, D keep it real «mmm»
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| Sleep in the hills, native of the 'Ville
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| Native of Jamaica, steady makin paper «aight»
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| See all the linens be crushed plus the gators
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| Smoke Cuban, gruff smoke Garcia Vegas and dutches
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| Did world tours, ten buses «what»
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| Live life deluxest, some friends is hustlers
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| And them the type of cats that will spend ends to touch ya
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| See me I wanna love ya, just flow with Diggy
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| And I’m always thinkin of ya, that’s word to Biggie
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| Let’s blow this joint and splurge the city, damn you pretty «gracias»
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| And them niggas over there can’t stand you with me
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| Mamita, um beso, por favor
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| «Por que?» |
| Por favor mama, por favor |