The Beatnuts se acabo

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Shut your mouth and lower your panties
My ten minute ride sastis y fumanti
Beatnuts and project one, a shrink
Lower them cool, what you expect
JuJu hits you, in every way
Then we go shopping, we empty the checkbook
If I don't care, I'll buy you whatever you want
I take you out all night, and I leave you with dark circles under your eyes
The boy has arrived, tigaraso, thief
Bucano, sailor, listen to this song
(It's over)
Pass me the tobacco and rum, of course if so
The crazy business begins, no play with your life
Play lottery, your year is already gone
This round is mine, for platinum, with encouragement
It's a Beatnuts thing I you know how that goes
Who entered, the super drunk knocking down
All these rappers from the box
The pyscho and this time I bring it to you
Straight from the queens neighborhood, playing heavy
On the radio, like a steam, we are hot
Like a drink of brandy
This is a toast for my people from Santo Domingo
And Columbia Puerto Rican this is the bomb
Don't stop, keep going, keep going pala playa in convertible
Without relaxing, I told you, get on, don't pay attention
There's a party, hold on tight and squeeze
Don't worry me, juju respects you
Bend forward and grab your tit
br/>Mommy take pleasure and stay still
Don't get crazy I'll give you the flip flop
I have protection, inside the jacket
I know you have a boyfriend, I hope he doesn't get involved
In case of problems there I have
The metra, metra metra metra
(Pra, pra, pra)
It's over, it's over
It's over, it's over
Dominicans, look who's here
El negrito del swing nigga
Yea thats him nigga, Benz nigga
Rolex with tha gems nigga
I'm not just saying it because it's all mine
In a nutshell dogs cuerros a 38.0
Pa'los joloperos y fregos
Dame eso, money comes in ingles y spanish
Nigga I'm like a Jay-Z duet, two voices, one talent
You already know who I am, Mr. Juan Dilema
I fall into a hole, break your nerves
Fly up, go up to the clouds so screw this
I'm not boriqua so dont call me papa
Simply pure, puffing grass, in the
Presidential suite with two hevas
Three bottles and six condoms
Beatnuts and Magic Juan we tha shit los gran majones
Hands up, follow the family
Hands up, follow the family
Hands up, follow the family
Hands up, follow the family
Magic Juan and the Muthafucking Beatnuts

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