Barcelona Paperboys (Ft. MadCon)

[Verse 1: KapriCon (Tshawe) & Vinni]
On my way out from hitting this honey from last night
I had to blast right, she was looking nasty in the sunlight
Cruising down centrum in an aftermath tantrum
Oh my god, interrupted by this honey
And looking pretty good at that, she had a letter for Cap
It said my man CritiCal was chilling in south of Spain
Sowin' his oats with a lady, even her name was underlined in the note
So that means that he was handling it fine, don't 'cha know

I had to find him though, so I called up Vinnie on the phone
He like;
"Watcha doing in the snow, bro?"
I said; "Don't know man, but where you at?"
"Barcelona! In the zone like I've finally found a home for this stona
Traded all my krones, it's all about pesetas and Coronas
This bar? I'm the motherfucking owner
Made it out the coma, played it like I said
Now I'm gone bro, 'lotta pretty ladies on my boner
Went from half-ass to a class act. Weed-aroma? Pass that!
Baby got my feet up on the ass-crack
Yo, you gotta love it while it lasts, Cap
Sending you a ticket, that's that, we could kick it"
That's a fact!

[Chorus: Vinni & KapriCon (Tshawe)]
(I'm leaving) Where you gonna go?
(Barcelona!) Anywhere it don't snow (Sure)
Feel the sun glow (Ohh)
Ladies looking like the models from a video
Let'em know we're jumping (Let's go!)