Lyrics Don Francisco - Bodega Bamz

Y Oshun, caridad del pobre
Yemayá, mi guía espiritual
Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre
Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad
Yea my skin tan, my fade low
My eyes green for those pesos
Eat chicharrón sin huesos
I'm pit-bull and I'm Tego
With the hoes like Don Francisco
I'm live O when I'm Big Pun
Bowl in a pot, little salson
Mix it all around, and Bodegaz what you got
Spanish Harlem, my play ground
Bullet proof it all, I'm safe now
Idaho potatoes, make it safe and sound
I'm a keep that gold, I'm a take that crown
I'm a still pump yay up-town
Pray to papa dios when I'm on that Greyhound
Fucked up nerves, back with a bird
Oh pass the cig, I'm a need a bust down!
Yo, Champagne my morning drink
Mami chulas in my bed giving head
Go ahead right before I blink
Brain so good a motherfucker can't think
Straight Henny poured on my brand new mink
Bitch I get money bags, look like Brinks
Holy rosaries confess my sins
Call my girl doll, and Miami like a fin
Real thugged out, all black Tims, black Chevy Impa...
All black rims, no tints, seat back
Oh wait that's him, that guy
Even Oliver's people know I
Now they know my name, wanna hear my slang
Born a Latin King, I ain't talking bout the gang
It's the G note that us Tan Boys Ring
We ain't got a problem letting off that thing