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City to Puerto Rico (whoa) [Chorus] Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti You got my fire burnin.. Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo fiebre para ti You
wit it comin through yo hood on 10 inch 4's chingo blings comin down i might po a fo youve heard the radio bitch you know who i am while you buyin out
with nothing to say and you in your autumn sweater so I looked for your eyes and the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them I'll try hard, I
I hear the things you say I read your mind and I understand Baby the plans you make somehow got off the track Maybe so or we just forgot to plan If it
cow All my thug moros let me hear you say oye oye And to the sisters if you with me holla uy uy All my thug moros let me hear you say oye oye And to
you must be high Look at yourself then tell me what you worth Did you forget I'm a terrorist One wrong look and you'll burn Letting you that I am what
looking out for number two I just want to be next to you I wanna be, I wanna to be next to you Yeah, I wanna be, I wanna be next to you Like Dr. Tom
1980 Looking to forget tomorrow, looking everyday. I want to see you put your hands together. I want to cross my heart I want to hope to die I hear Kate
Eyes go places that you can't see It's not that easy to hide from me I hear the whispers everywhere I go I hear the laughter everywhere I go 3 AM with
down. Instead it's like, when you're in a bad mood I look at you and I say, maybe she's knows something I don't know, maybe I should be upset. You don
I get the drop if you cn duck Your lucky you heard of Lady Luck Look nigga Don't think you safe cus you moved out the hood Cus yo mamma's still around
my life I've got a voice That is just how it is I have to say what I think, I reflect what I feel Honduras, Cuba and Denmark I get to represent These
is the only thing I have Every morning I'm so happy Coz every night I sing to the wind The song of folksingers Make the grown cry I give you my songs
