"La Rhumba" as written by Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Derrick R. L. Harris, E. Aumaitre, J. Grant and S. Murry....
Here we are Bobby, I was just wondering, you know
About me and you, tonight
If we could go to a little rhumba
Dance, you just think about it and let me know

Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo esta rhumba

Yo, what up butter pec'? Girl, you got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dance floor, yo the way you bligh
You make a club of thugs do the electric slide

Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much
I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch

That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web
Not these everyday hoes sweatin' ghetto celebs
Powerule, I heard you got the good power-you
Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two

Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo esta rhumba

Hey butter pecan what's that lingo you speakin'?
It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend
I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
Your popi two-way beefin', let him know that you cheatin'

Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
There it go Moby Dick and there she blows
You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows

I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike
Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a remi, no ice
I'm in the corner, we can vibe all night
Polite, I need a bag of that grass
To blast me out of sight like a satellite

Bigga what up? Yo, long time, good to see you
Look at shorty ass shakin' like the system in my vehicle
Clubbin', twenty deep, buggin', all types of funny freaks
Mouthes wide shut, we let our love for the money speak

Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta rhumba

Yo, open season, open fire, biretta barbed wire
First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
Up in the club with the pistol
This chick bumped into me like, "You dig', you ain't official"

Indeed, so, blow out your back, yo
She was like, "Yo, nigro, nigro
Puffin' all that trash, you best to see so", so
So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, "I like that"
Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that

Flow and a half, blow at her back
I like it rough, and I hope she's rough back
She was like say her name, I said, "Say mine back"
She was like, "Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy"
I love it like that, biretta stay givin' it
Power-you so good, I just might have to jizz in it

Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo esta rhumba

Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es la rhumba
Ven baila conmigo esta rhumba


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"La Rhumba (Ft Method Man Killa Sin Beretta)" as written by Indira Emira Aumaitre Joseph Cartagena

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