[ 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 niсo, 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, maсana 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 wanna 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)
