I’m Your Papi Jim Johnston (Ft. Kemo The Blaxican)
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[Intro]
Garrotazos in your direction
I don't play
Lo voy a hacer mío
Ya sabes
[Chorus]
Now it's about time I stepped in with a gangsta lean
(It's about that time, homeboy)
I keep it sky high y la rola está bien más chin
(That's how I do it cuando entro chueco)
Now it's time to get this party crackin' (Crackin')
It's time to let them know what's happenin' (Happenin')
It's about time I stepped in with a gangsta lean
(No cheap talkin', I get what I want)
[Verse 1]
I can tell you a yes man, puppet on the string
Cojones in a vice so they squeeze 'til you sing
But see, that I ain't me, they don't own me
I grind 'til my lungs collapse, they don't control me
Cuando más como cantan los pajaritos, se vendieron para hacerse ricos
Cuidado con el perro, porque no ladra, soy el mero callejero, el que tu no mandas
I ain't f****** around, I make myself at home in mine, his or your town for real
This ain't Blueberry Hill, but still I find thrill, trying to catch me is like trying to Kill Bill
Garrotazos in your direction
I don't play
Lo voy a hacer mío
Ya sabes
[Chorus]
Now it's about time I stepped in with a gangsta lean
(It's about that time, homeboy)
I keep it sky high y la rola está bien más chin
(That's how I do it cuando entro chueco)
Now it's time to get this party crackin' (Crackin')
It's time to let them know what's happenin' (Happenin')
It's about time I stepped in with a gangsta lean
(No cheap talkin', I get what I want)
[Verse 1]
I can tell you a yes man, puppet on the string
Cojones in a vice so they squeeze 'til you sing
But see, that I ain't me, they don't own me
I grind 'til my lungs collapse, they don't control me
Cuando más como cantan los pajaritos, se vendieron para hacerse ricos
Cuidado con el perro, porque no ladra, soy el mero callejero, el que tu no mandas
I ain't f****** around, I make myself at home in mine, his or your town for real
This ain't Blueberry Hill, but still I find thrill, trying to catch me is like trying to Kill Bill
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