�Met this beauty at an after partyShe asked me what's my nationalityI told her I'm Jamaican and she turned and saidShe said I'll make you take the face each of the backHispanic ladies when they're in the mood to walkAnd when they're walking I'll be all alone and sayOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohYou gotta make a run just before your party's goneSo let me go, baby, oh, oh, ohI asked her if she heard about Big BumbleThat Yachty men are very famous forEvery Yachty use Big Bumble for defense and shieldNo Yachty is a stranger to Big WarBig War, Big War, Big WarShe said listen up, we Spanish girls not greatSo drink your roots and smoke the highest gradeAnd go for extra help like Tiger, Bone and StoneWhen I hold you, these are herbs I'll make you mount and groundOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohYou gotta make a run just before your party's goneSo let me go, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI decided then that I would take the challengeTrust me, I had seen her kind beforeWe settled for a suite up on the 13th floorIn a fine lot to rest water by the shoreI quickly took a shower and she followedLetting bed and waiting for the sun to risePatientlyHere comes Miss Tiny, whiny, spinning like a wheelShe cried in Spanish when she fell down stillShe said hola, papi, por favor, take timeI said no, mami, take sympathy next timeThe journey just begin, how come you giving up?She said, papi, I never had a ride so roughShe said Big Bumble that you carry onPapi, boy, it's still terribleHave mercy, papi, boyI thought that I could manage, papi, I was wrongCan't get feeling, go call the bambulaOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI know you haven't found out around your papi downShe said we don't let it goOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCan't get feeling, go call the bambulaOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh mondePapi, baby, rural.Papi, baby, rural.