| Alright, so you gonna talk right into this microphone, okay?
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| You’re gonna talk
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| Now?
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| Go ahead
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| Hello, my name’s Placido de la Rosa
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| I am sixty-one years old
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| I came to this country in 1979 illegally
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| Um, I work very hard all my life
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| I told my son, «I go down, and they go up»
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| This album is dedicated to all proud and powerful people
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| From my son, Bodega Bamz, Tanboys
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| P.A.P.I, PAPI, P.A.P.I, PAPI
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| P.A.P.I, PAPI, P.A.P.I, PAPI
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| P.A.P.I, PAPI, P.A.P.I, PAPI
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| P.A.P.I, PAPI, P.A.P.I, PAPI
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| Make some fuckin' noise in this bitch, yo
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| Yo, that’s you in that all black hummer, Pa
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| That’s you that they callin' young gunner, Pa
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| Won’t snitch, rather die in a chair, Pa
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| Play hard 'cause life ain’t fair, Pa
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| Twelve gauge in the trunk, Pa
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| Nine tray, never finished ninth grade with the light fade
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| You just tryna get paid, Pa
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| Fuck a law, fuck a gang, you ain’t hearin' what they say, Pa
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| No fear in your heart, Pa
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| No ends to the beef, throw a fist, what you start, Pa?
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| Yo' bitch lost, Pa, she don’t know who to choose
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| She confused, so she takin' you to court, Pa
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| You sellin' snort, Pa? |
| You sellin' guns, Pa?
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| Your lawyer hungry, nigga itchin' for a case, Pa
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| You got weight, Pa? |
| You can’t wait, Pa?
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| I’m Premier, straight diggin' in the crates, Pa
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| You the best, Pa, you called next
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| With a funk machine gun, dare anybody flex, Pa
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| They look stressed, Pa, they look perplexed
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| Rolex with the baguettes, limo stretched, load a Smith & Wes
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| Pa, you a man, Pa
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| Not a boy or a bum, you ain’t reachin' out yo' hand, Pa
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| Fuck a grandpa, you sonnin' niggas
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| Now you lookin' for a mill, Pa, straight kill
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| That’s you in that XXL
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| That’s you go on Hot97
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| That’s you sellin' sales, givin' spins
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| You know him, you know her
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| That’s you gettin' love uptown
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| That’s you gettin' love downtown
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| How you do it? |
| How you do it?
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| I’m a Tanboy, bring it back
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| I’m a Tanboy
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| Got the east on fire
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| We keepin' it G
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| 'til the moment I expire
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| You know what it is
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| Ya make somethin' out of nothin'
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| We handle the biz
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| We show no mercy when we gunnin'
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| Ayo, that’s you with the kill anything grill
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| You tryna build with the bridge, got a gap
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| I know niggas that’ll never read the Bible
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| But still prey on pussy cats
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| I swear to God, this industry is fake, Pa
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| But the money, I’m a fool if I don’t take, Pa
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| Some rattle, you gotta peep the snakes, Pa
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| Put you to sleep, next week at your wake, Pa
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| Nigga, nigga, talk yo' shit
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| Say fuck that hater, go fuck that bitch
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| That’s life for you, Pa
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| I’ll make your nose bleed, that’s white for you, Pa
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| Put muscle in the streets, that’s might for you, Pa
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| That’s right for you, Pa, on sight for you, Pa
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| I’m the best, just not promoted right
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| I can’t lose, put that on my motherfuckin' life, Pa
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| That’s you in that XXL
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| That’s you go on Hot97
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| That’s you sellin' sales, givin' spins
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| You know him, you know her
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| That’s you gettin' love uptown
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| That’s you gettin' love downtown
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| How you do it? |
| How you do it?
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| I’m a Tanboy, bring it back |