* Remix to the interlude "See You At The Pulga" from Baby Bash's "The Ultimate Cartel" album
{*Chingo Bling crows "Remix"*}
What did you said
(You don't got no diamonds, STUPID)
Y'all some little putitos
Bite my style like mosquitos
Got more cheese than Cheetos
More paper than Office Depot
Tamale Kingpin, culero
En el groupo Los Traileros
Got a rooster on my side
Lil' Cleto, that's his name
Little diamonds on my chain
Bigger diamonds on my ring
Other one is on my chankla, ridin'
Awesome, don't stop us
Baby Bash, you don't know
We just barely met ya ho
Took her back to Mexico
(Subate!)
Diamonds, platinum, how we shine
You don't wanna see us pull out our .45's
Diamonds on my wrist that'll make you go blind
Cover your eyes, you don't wanna go blind
[Chingo Bling] You see me at the pulga, you don't see me at the mall
I started to run fast, but the mira made me fall
You got dientes de follo
[Baby Bash] Now you can see me at the grocery or see me at the mall
Don't see me in the county jail or juvenile hall
Do see me a little bit here
Do see me a little bit there
Everytime you see a player, yeah, I got that in the air
You can see me ride in the F-650
Fat sacs and a Glock now with me
Homeboy, I'm live on 3D
Backstage at the box, and I'm blowin' on fire
Look, I'm a private jet flyer
I could make you say, "Look, that's him"
Fresh, dressed with a tilted grim
Throwback hat with a tilted rim
Sippin' on lean, so I'm tilted then
Everyday, all day, eat steak and shrimp
Hittin' your girl til my thang so limp
Plenty of game, so I ain't so symp
So these hoes come ride my Pony
Can't sign on the line
Cause you hoes can't own me
Put it all on the table
Fool, let's count this money
From the land of the milk and honey
Just ask Bash, we livin' lovely
I ride with rancheros
And roll with cold pistoleros
And hang with Ghetto Vaqueros
Because I'm all about pesos
[Baby Bash] And all I wanna do is keep ya fly
I don't really wanna hurt no boi
Just grab me and put a piece of the pie
[Chingo Bling] Baby Bash, you never lie
[Baby Bash] With alligator persuaders
We beatin' down, lay bootleggers
And keeping it so major, player
That them
(?) best beware
Cause I don't know what you heard
Hit me on my Nextel at church
So I can give you the word
Where they get tamales and birds
Federalis, cause they lurk
Don't hang out with them weirdo jerks
Hit the valley, go pick up work
On Sunday, go to my abuela's church
Baby Beeshy, what the feezy
Who said purple pimpin' ain't easy
Baby Beeshy, what the feezy
Who said purple pimpin' ain't easy
Chingo, Fade, got it made
Slanging elote, lemonade
Chingo, Fade, got it made
Slanging elote, lemonade
{*Baby Bash ad-libs til fade*}
Writer(s): Pedro Herrera Iii
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