Текст песни Porkchops - Notebook P

Well alright, yeah yeah
Well alright, yeah yeah yeah

Well lemme tell you bout this five-six vixen
Coffee brown eyes, skin glow like the sunrise
Thick thighs, and she throw down in the kitchen
I′d run miles to see her, I swear to God it's what my life′s been missin
Got damn honey, you got my head dribblin
Your got damn lips lookin so beneficial
And your body covered beautifully, avoiding calamity
Brown sugar, tea leaves sound bittersweet
Got superficial stupor to shades on the medulla
Dissipation of ya got my head sailin in Aruba
Yeah, she on me like my momma, but we quick to dead the drama
CDG up on the sleeve to show the world our love designer, and I like it
And I like pork chops and pastelitos, ay dios mio
You done gave me some something real, that's how she make me feel, yeah

Boricua, moreno, boricua, moreno
Nothin better, ever, to choose from
Baby, I'm crazy for you singin
Boricua, moreno, boricua, moreno
Ain′t nobody can love you more than I can
I′d pick you faster than Peter could pick a pipin pepper, she hotter than cayenne
Boricua, moreno, boricua, moreno
I'd be wrong if I said you were just a dime to me
I ain′t John, but legend has it, you got all of me, got me singin
Boricua, moreno, boricua, moreno