Met this beauty at an after party
She asked me what's my nationality
I told her I'm Jamaican and she turned and said
She said I'll make you take the face each of the back
Hispanic ladies when they're in the mood to walk
And when they're walking I'll be all alone and say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You gotta make a run just before your party's gone
So let me go, baby, oh, oh, oh
I asked her if she heard about Big Bumble
That Yachty men are very famous for
Every Yachty use Big Bumble for defense and shield
No Yachty is a stranger to Big War
Big War, Big War, Big War
She said listen up, we Spanish girls not great
So drink your roots and smoke the highest grade
And go for extra help like Tiger, Bone and Stone
When I hold you, these are herbs I'll make you mount and ground
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You gotta make a run just before your party's gone
So let me go, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I decided then that I would take the challenge
Trust me, I had seen her kind before
We settled for a suite up on the 13th floor
In a fine lot to rest water by the shore
I quickly took a shower and she followed
Letting bed and waiting for the sun to rise
Patiently
Here comes Miss Tiny, whiny, spinning like a wheel
She cried in Spanish when she fell down still
She said hola, papi, por favor, take time
I said no, mami, take sympathy next time
The journey just begin, how come you giving up?
She said, papi, I never had a ride so rough
She said Big Bumble that you carry on
Papi, boy, it's still terrible
Have mercy, papi, boy
I thought that I could manage, papi, I was wrong
Can't get feeling, go call the bambula
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know you haven't found out around your papi down
She said we don't let it go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can't get feeling, go call the bambula
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh monde
Papi, baby, rural.
Papi, baby, rural.