Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat

Y no deje' que otro se pegue Eso e' ahí, bebé Suelta ese miedo, que esa cintura se hizo pa' que baile Si me quiere hablar, que lo dé Si quiere bailar, que coopere Vírate de espalda y modele Attention for launch in three, two, one

The thing about you is you make me smile You build me up when I go down You give me strength, you give me power May no one come between this thing of ours Yeah, I want you baby, I'm glad you here I'ma take good care of you, I'm gonna put you right there

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

When I'm drunk in the morning I'm calling you, you might be lonely, lonely I'm calling you, you might lonely, lonely I know it's five in the morning, morning Not sure who I'm calling, calling You haven't heard from me in some time Girl I hope you want

Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

Come together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe-jam

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

Na na na na na na (Uh huh uh huh) Let's do this I turn it on I crank it up I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just what you came here for And I want to hear you scream and more