Live at Jimmy's
Corazon, (?) aiy aiy esta Angie Martinez, 'ta Cuban Link why Domingo Una cosita aiy que te voy a poner para los pie, A sete bailar, tu ve el berau; va se congio, tigeraso.. [Chorus] Jimmy, "Copa Cabana," in Miami, Little Habana Aiy.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manjana Aiy.. Santo Domingo - tomando Mama Guana Gozando en Columbia, Venezuela why la Bahamas Aiy.. Costa Rica pero why Ti' Juana Ven con migo mami, porque te van a robana Aiy.. [Angie Martinez - overlapping Chorus] Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt Got the fella's goin' nuts, girl it's too much Got me four numbers already, the night's still young Papi work the room, 'mance 'em like WHAT! Mami got no shoes, hair done like WHAT! Me, you - speed through Yeah, yeah good to meet'cha; how you doin'? Afraid to be the one baby take it floor Don't say nuttin' dumb, maybe we could do more! 'Cause it's our night and it's okay! Work hard - okay now we ready to play! And the J, the I, the M, the M, the why, the J, the I, the M At Jimmy's.. at Jimmy's! [Chorus] [Verse Two] Uhh.. creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac You could go wit' a grey Mac, BRRRA! Run, duck; son, what the f*ck? See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut Bag yo' chick; give a nun a million bucks Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut Cause I bust quick like a ton in a cut Then I broke out wit' more guns in a stro'! [Cuban Link] Yo, yo.. Ain't nuttin' stoppin' us from droppin' And rockin' the whole and droppin' us The lockin' this down, strait up and down We too hot to miss, we got the shit to make 'em loose it, They can't refuse it, 'Cause it ain't nuttin' like hip hop music! New shit! Took a merengue beat loot it Exclusive, it died down, this shit stupid! Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asuste! Don't mean to drop the bomb, I got the fuse slit [Chorus] [Angie Martinez - overlapping Chorus] Whoo, whoo.. hey! Stro' like swellin', smoke everywhere Dance all sudden, hands in the air Par in the back, ballers in the rear Find me 'round there, bottles by the beer, yeah All right cause it feels real good And good wood from a nigga in the hood Ladies - shake it, shake it real girl should Let it be understood, That I'm wit' my friends and we ready to go Connects wit' (?) to Santo Domingo! And I, won't west 'til I poppin' at the show Watchin' all my people shoutin' "Go, ma, go!" So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!) Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If we havin' big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If you rep' Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) Come on... [Chorus] [Big Pun] Boriqua, morena; girl I want to take ya back to Cuba (Cuba) Habana (Habana), see'mon you pretty mama Jamaica, Puerto Rico or Santo Domingo We could take it there! Yeah, yeah; and put yourself try a player result [Chorus] ... and put yourself try a player result.. ... and put yourself try a player result.. ... and put yourself try a player result.. ... and put yourself try a player result..
Written by: SCOTT MCKENZIE, MICHAEL EDWARD LOVE, TERRY MELCHER, JOHN PHILLIPS, ANGIE MARTINEZ, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, DOMINGO PADILLA, FELIX DELGADO, LAWRENCE PARKER, SALAAM REMI GIBBS, AUTHOR UNKNOWN COMPOSER
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