作曲 : Ivan S. Martin Southern Accent(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez) Verse 1Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride Sure as you ain't even tripin cause they lettin you slide I'm gonna let you feel what's within IvesWhy don't you listen if you trippin I ain't bablin high Of course I show nuff cause people count on me I've worn Adidas on the same stage as D.M.CI smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs Show love if this here's dove you dreamed of Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the place With a cold style funky to death use a space Only skin that won't be tatted will be my face And I'll be ridin my life to the death at own pace Good luck long life blessed senses walk in the light Absorbin positive tonight me know me won't lose fight So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en fuego Rolas for your cara funky like de-e-oh... Chorus 2XWhen we step into the place y'all know what's happening Ain't nobody trippin on the Southern Accent Hour and a quarter we rock the mic South of the border like is that alright? Verse 2Now I've been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Argentina Uruguay Chile Brazil and still I stay paid value every dollar made I'm emergin from the depths of the realm where I've stayed Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen El Delinquente que no repite tumbo casa Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin mic's With some SL 12's in abundance The one armed bandit with the lyrical air raids Bombas rolas can you maintain? Smoked filled pits no glamour no glitz Got the funky Latin grammar over funky Latin hits Everytime I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit Yes y'all stand tall and losen bricks on the wall ChorusVerse 3 I just wanna little sontin to light It's a good nite tonight for y'all avoid fight Please take what I'm sayin in tight and feel right Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new sight Now that eyes ain't blind I'm gon help find A way to put y'all mind in time to feel mine I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and guayaberas Cual quiera que quiera D.H. does it bette for chedder forever Gueras in the front chonies wetter and wetter Tranquilo take my time on every word to the letter That little lush kinda blush everytime that I bustAnd later on she wantin papi for the way that I thrustSo go ahead and dawn armor Hit you with the good karma Breaka breaka mr. police me no want drama Don't want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks Keep away me with them wrist chains and cell clanks Chours
作曲 : Ivan S. Martin Southern Accent(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez) Verse 1Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride Sure as you ain't even tripin cause they lettin you slide I'm gonna let you feel what's within IvesWhy don't you listen if you trippin I ain't bablin high Of course I show nuff cause people count on me I've worn Adidas on the same stage as D.M.CI smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs Show love if this here's dove you dreamed of Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the place With a cold style funky to death use a space Only skin that won't be tatted will be my face And I'll be ridin my life to the death at own pace Good luck long life blessed senses walk in the light Absorbin positive tonight me know me won't lose fight So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en fuego Rolas for your cara funky like de-e-oh... Chorus 2XWhen we step into the place y'all know what's happening Ain't nobody trippin on the Southern Accent Hour and a quarter we rock the mic South of the border like is that alright? Verse 2Now I've been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Argentina Uruguay Chile Brazil and still I stay paid value every dollar made I'm emergin from the depths of the realm where I've stayed Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen El Delinquente que no repite tumbo casa Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin mic's With some SL 12's in abundance The one armed bandit with the lyrical air raids Bombas rolas can you maintain? Smoked filled pits no glamour no glitz Got the funky Latin grammar over funky Latin hits Everytime I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit Yes y'all stand tall and losen bricks on the wall ChorusVerse 3 I just wanna little sontin to light It's a good nite tonight for y'all avoid fight Please take what I'm sayin in tight and feel right Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new sight Now that eyes ain't blind I'm gon help find A way to put y'all mind in time to feel mine I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and guayaberas Cual quiera que quiera D.H. does it bette for chedder forever Gueras in the front chonies wetter and wetter Tranquilo take my time on every word to the letter That little lush kinda blush everytime that I bustAnd later on she wantin papi for the way that I thrustSo go ahead and dawn armor Hit you with the good karma Breaka breaka mr. police me no want drama Don't want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks Keep away me with them wrist chains and cell clanks Chours
