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(feat. Sincere) [Mr. 3-2:] Mi casa su casa, with the big ol' mobster Baby you can call me papa, sipping drank eating lobster What ya got on your mind, baby tell me what's the deal Let's take a Carribean cruise, and just chill On the realer baby, we can go to the other side of the world White sands with boonita, mueres my black pearl Boonapalist my main thang, that stay tight and wet Mami let your hair down, when we flossing in the dropper Vet It really don't matter to me, we could do it Bring your girls along, so we could menage off the tooter I'm foolish and freaky, suave and smooth Mr. 3-2, block guy playa made dude Don't mean to intrude, I know you liking what you see Breaking up happy homes, I got these broads choosing me Two or three every night, at the same time When they floss with the Boss, you know it go down [Hook: x2] What's the deal baby, tell me what's on your mind We gon both shine, long as you stay down Huh just stay down, if you true keep it real Let me know what's really hap'ning, and how you really feel Letras de canciones[Sincere:] Go on sip some paradise, Paradise after a long week You and me baby, too nasty it's so lovely Got on my T gone, let's get the top low with B-O Put it on my card, no disturbing try to keep the noise low Patiently in the Carribean, put the flavor in the room Steam up and saute, and then break up our tune Releasing tensions from my joints, and let's relax a while Fly to Kingston, and get some of that chocolate pie Ain't no ghetto then not relating, with your senorita When you riding dirty, the evidence you leave behind I'll beam it Break niggaz into pieces, in a force to their people It's me and you, we'll ride until the sun set nina Need a quick you need, I'll be the bone to back ya Be your bulletproof, when situations try to cap ya Like undergrounds with a bar code, can't nobody scan So what we out together, is too strong to comprehend [Hook x2] [Mr. 3-2:] Call me Fats Domino, cause I shake and break a hoe Quicker than you could black your eye, with a papa do' And no payroll, fat daddy gotta have it Mr. 3-2, bringing my stock up stacking cabbage A savage gorilla, cold blooded killer I never did a murder, but I will pull the trigger On the realer, I'm all in your face for the new Milen' But Street Game bring the change, and I'm all out to win [Hook x2] From Letras Mania