[ VERSE 1 ]      I came all the way from Cuba just to babalu ya   On a raft to the river, from the river on to ya   Steppin like a prisoner who came por El Mariel   With a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill Fidel      I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records   My mother had me dressed in high-water pants with checkers   Talkin 'bout, "Oye niño, no te hagate porfiado"   "Grow up and make some records, so you don't have to live quemado"      So now I'm that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, baby   With a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazy   Ladies tried to play me, so I had to play em back   And called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attract   Now I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pista   Talkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ???      And all my boys sit around and call me coy   They gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boy      (The Babalu Bad Boy) --> Grand Puba         If you don't think that I can swing   Check out the way I do my thing   Yo, I move and shake and bake it   Cause that's the way I make it   I never front a move and everything just come butt-naked      I lift it, uplift it, and shift it nifty   Change my flow with two words you don't know   Like mentirosa, mañana otra cosa   And like I got your girlie hangin by the chocha   Hangin and we're swingin it   I think she like the way I came this year      Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha   Dancin to my hip-hop like it was some salsa   But yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funky   And Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkey      And the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC's mad   Cause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu bad      (The Babalu Bad Boy)      Take me to Cuba   Straight from Havana      Now you say I ain't no bickey   But you're always on my dickey   I tell ya, ??? so Ricky is sticky   The way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooter   If Cypress got my back, well, that don't mean I hit the buddah   I'm clever than ever and ever      For who shall ever stop this endeavour   To bring you bilingual lingo   Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos   Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it   Serve it up right so that you wanna kick it   Spliff it like it was a joint   Yo, it's the joint    Yeah, burned to the point      Get with it   If you can't swing, just quit it   Forget it, now just let it   Flow, flow like Ricky Ricardo   Yo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongo   Cause what's a Cuban man without a little conga      A little salsa into my samba      A little mambo into my bongo      Boom-cacka-boom - that's how they go      So Muggs, we quit, we're outta here   I think I like the way I came this year   See, I'm the Babalu bad boy...      Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom   Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom      Babalooyee   Babalooyee      Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom   Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom      Babalooyee   Babalooyee      (The Babalu Bad Boy)