Babalu Bad Boy

[ VERSE 1 ] I came all the way from Cuba just to babalu ya On a raft to the river, from the river on to ya Steppin like a prisoner who came por El Mariel With a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill Fidel I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records My mother had me dressed in high-water pants with checkers Talkin 'bout, "Oye niño, no te hagate porfiado" "Grow up and make some records, so you don't have to live quemado" So now I'm that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, baby With a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazy Ladies tried to play me, so I had to play em back And called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attract Now I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pista Talkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ??? And all my boys sit around and call me coy They gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boy (The Babalu Bad Boy) --> Grand Puba [ VERSE 2 ] If you don't think that I can swing Check out the way I do my thing Yo, I move and shake and bake it Cause that's the way I make it I never front a move and everything just come butt-naked I lift it, uplift it, and shift it nifty Change my flow with two words you don't know Like mentirosa, mañana otra cosa And like I got your girlie hangin by the chocha Hangin and we're swingin it I think she like the way I came this year Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha Dancin to my hip-hop like it was some salsa But yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funky And Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkey And the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC's mad Cause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu bad (The Babalu Bad Boy) Take me to Cuba Straight from Havana [ VERSE 3 ] Now you say I ain't no bickey But you're always on my dickey I tell ya, ??? so Ricky is sticky The way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooter If Cypress got my back, well, that don't mean I hit the buddah I'm clever than ever and ever For who shall ever stop this endeavour To bring you bilingual lingo Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it Serve it up right so that you want to kick it Spliff it like it was a joint Yo, it's the joint Yeah, burned to the point Get with it If you can't swing, just quit it Forget it, now just let it Flow, flow like Ricky Ricardo Yo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongo Cause what's a Cuban man without a little conga A little salsa into my samba A little mambo into my bongo Boom-cacka-boom - that's how they go So Muggs, we quit, we're outta here I think I like the way I came this year See, I'm the Babalu bad boy... Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom Babalooyee Babalooyee Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom Babalooyee Babalooyee (The Babalu Bad Boy)