Song | Babalu Bad Boy |
Artist | Mellow Man Ace |
Album | The Brother With Two Tongues |
I came all the way from Cuba just to babalu ya | |
On a raft to the river, from the river on to ya | |
Steppin like a prisoner who came por El Mariel | |
With a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill Fidel | |
I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records | |
My mother had me dressed in high-water pants with checkers | |
Talkin 'bout, "Oye niño, no te hagate porfiado" | |
"Grow up and make some records, so you don't have to live quemado" | |
So now I'm that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, baby | |
With a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazy | |
Ladies tried to play me, so I had to play em back | |
And called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attract | |
Now I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pista | |
Talkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ??? | |
And all my boys sit around and call me coy | |
They gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boy | |
[Grand Puba] (The Babalu Bad Boy) | |
[VERSE 2] | |
If you don't think that I can swing | |
Check out the way I do my thing | |
Yo, I move and shake and bake it | |
Cause that's the way I make it | |
I never front a move and everything just come butt-naked | |
I lift it, uplift it, and shift it nifty | |
Change my flow with two words you don't know | |
Like mentirosa, mañana otra cosa | |
And like I got your girlie hangin by the chocha | |
Hangin and we're swingin it | |
I think she like the way I came this year | |
Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha | |
Dancin to my hip-hop like it was some salsa | |
But yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funky | |
And Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkey | |
And the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC's mad | |
Cause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu bad | |
(The Babalu Bad Boy) | |
Take me to Cuba | |
Straight from Havana | |
[VERSE 3] | |
Now you say I ain't no bickey | |
But you're always on my dickey | |
I tell ya, ??? so Ricky is sticky | |
The way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooter | |
If Cypress got my back, well, that don't mean I hit the buddah | |
I'm clever than ever and ever | |
For who shall ever stop this endeavour | |
To bring you bilingual lingo | |
Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos | |
Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it | |
Serve it up right so that you wanna kick it | |
Spliff it like it was a joint | |
Yo, it's the joint | |
Yeah, burned to the point | |
Get with it | |
If you can't swing, just quit it | |
Forget it, now just let it | |
Flow, flow like Ricky Ricardo | |
Yo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongo | |
Cause what's a Cuban man without a little conga | |
A little salsa into my samba | |
A little mambo into my bongo | |
Boom-cacka-boom - that's how they go | |
So Muggs, we quit, we're outta here | |
I think I like the way I came this year | |
See, I'm the Babalu bad boy... | |
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom | |
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom | |
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalooyee | |
(The Babalu Bad Boy) |
I came all the way from Cuba just to babalu ya | |
On a raft to the river, from the river on to ya | |
Steppin like a prisoner who came por El Mariel | |
With a mission incomplete, cause I didn' t kill Fidel | |
I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records | |
My mother had me dressed in highwater pants with checkers | |
Talkin ' bout, " Oye ni o, no te hagate porfiado" | |
" Grow up and make some records, so you don' t have to live quemado" | |
So now I' m that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, baby | |
With a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazy | |
Ladies tried to play me, so I had to play em back | |
And called em mentirosa, but I' m fly and attract | |
Now I' m a mega, nbsp???, you see me on the pista | |
Talkin ' bout Spanish Fly, my man, nbsp??? | |
And all my boys sit around and call me coy | |
They gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boy | |
Grand Puba The Babalu Bad Boy | |
VERSE 2 | |
If you don' t think that I can swing | |
Check out the way I do my thing | |
Yo, I move and shake and bake it | |
Cause that' s the way I make it | |
I never front a move and everything just come buttnaked | |
I lift it, uplift it, and shift it nifty | |
Change my flow with two words you don' t know | |
Like mentirosa, ma ana otra cosa | |
And like I got your girlie hangin by the chocha | |
Hangin and we' re swingin it | |
I think she like the way I came this year | |
Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha | |
Dancin to my hiphop like it was some salsa | |
But yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funky | |
And Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkey | |
And the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC' s mad | |
Cause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu bad | |
The Babalu Bad Boy | |
Take me to Cuba | |
Straight from Havana | |
VERSE 3 | |
Now you say I ain' t no bickey | |
But you' re always on my dickey | |
I tell ya, nbsp??? so Ricky is sticky | |
The way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooter | |
If Cypress got my back, well, that don' t mean I hit the buddah | |
I' m clever than ever and ever | |
For who shall ever stop this endeavour | |
To bring you bilingual lingo | |
Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos | |
Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, nbsp??? and fix it | |
Serve it up right so that you wanna kick it | |
Spliff it like it was a joint | |
Yo, it' s the joint | |
Yeah, burned to the point | |
Get with it | |
If you can' t swing, just quit it | |
Forget it, now just let it | |
Flow, flow like Ricky Ricardo | |
Yo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongo | |
Cause what' s a Cuban man without a little conga | |
A little salsa into my samba | |
A little mambo into my bongo | |
Boomcackaboom that' s how they go | |
So Muggs, we quit, we' re outta here | |
I think I like the way I came this year | |
See, I' m the Babalu bad boy... | |
Babalubabalabalabamboom | |
Babalubabalabalabamboom | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalubabalabalabamboom | |
Babalubabalabalabamboom | |
Babalooyee | |
Babalooyee | |
The Babalu Bad Boy |