[Tony Touch]

Aroz con pollo

Café con leche

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Um, check)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo)

(Verse 1)

Ain't nothin'

Changed but the weather, you can say whatever

Ask around, man, I been in this game forever

Cause I rep my peeps like Che Guevara

And I bring it to geeks that claim they better

Trendsetter

Known to rock a party

And drop a little jewel like Robert Marley

Original like Atari, I'm sorry

But dudes ain't messing with T, cause they hardly

Got they feet wet, me, I get respect

East, west, they be like, "He's fresh"

Préndelo

Y quítate tu pa' ponerme yo

Yeah

I'm knockin' crews, out they shoes

O.G. holmes pay lots of dues

Stayed on my grind, making lots of moves

Now I'm buyin' out the bar in Babalús

Chorus:

[Crew] Que tu quieres, hun?

Dímelo

Que tu quieres, what?

Dímelo

Que tu quieres, ma?

Dímelo

Que tu quieres, hun?

Dímelo

[Tony Touch] Un palo

Un trago

Aquí, yo quiero un trago

Un palo

Un trago

Aquí, llego el caballo

(Verse 2)

Lo que me va a dar, que me lo den en vida

Mr. Capicu with another heater

You know how we do

Straight mantequilla

Up in your spot with the big drum beater

Ay bendito, live from New York City

Slash Puerto Rico

Fresh off a plane from London, he throw

Nothin' but that when I bust my free throw

You know what it is

And what's best of all, there's more to give

The rest of y'all better call it quits

Cause I tear the roof off at all the gigs (Say word)

Crazy bum, since 80, um

I do what I do, get the ladies strung

Make the track real raw when I lay the drums

Now give it up for the greatest one {*clapping*}

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)

I be in the zone like Nina Simone (Tone Touch)

In the league of my own, so leave it alone

Never caught up, in the heat of the mom'

On the run, eating like N.O.R.E. or Capone

And I'm known

To hold my own weight

Like Kid Capri

Doing me in control of my own fate

And some of 'em gon' love it

Most is gon' hate

But I'm a keep shuttin' 'em down like all day

No foreplay, I go straight to the gut

Catch me on the road, tryin' to make me a buck

See, a lot of these rappers is fakin' the funk

So I handle my biz, now I'm breakin' em up

Who?

Your favorite-DJ's favorite DJ

Tape's on eBay, live from BK

He say, she say, more bochinche

Don't do as we do, do as we say

Repeat Chorus