Silvo 126

Wildin' with my body, steady stunnin', want a Jit-jit. Cash in the back, clutch slippin', barely Grip-grip. Pull up in the whip, benchin' armor like A 'Vette. No time for dissent, homie, know me, No regret-regret. Got a door that rings, but no Sound. Third train's hot when the heat spins around. Hands off the seat if your eyes on the Ground. You come up with the rent, so slurp My sound. Peepin' out the crib, silence in the Mist. Stains in my grip, black grips on the Wrist. Ripping off the script, I execute Persistence. In the land of the lost, where the Shadows exist. Un, dos, tres, cuatro. Come on, papi, dale pa' abajo. Un, dos, tres, cuatro. Come on, papi, dale pa' abajo. Cuatro, tres, dos, uno. Papi, dale duro. Un, dos, tres, cuatro. Come on, papi, dale pa' abajo. Cuatro, tres, dos, uno. Un, dos, tres, cuatro. Come on, papi, dale pa' abajo. Cuatro, tres, dos, uno. Papi, dale duro. Papi, Papi, dale dale dale pa' abajo. Papi, dale dale pa' abajo. Papi, Dale Duro.