Salsa
We were born in the seventies
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
We're filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
Fot the new school I was late
But in high school I was debate
I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Me no je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French
tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feelin famished for a 311 sandwich
not the whack DJs that 'ima damage
I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zooming
And in my Continental you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel.
