Boot Camp Clik - Tell E Mundo lyrics

[Verse One] I ain't a player I just make a lot Take a shot with a vacant lot, drug worker make a spot Agallah beats make the Earth quake a lot I get my dick s**ed so much my head ache a lot You b**h n***as on the ave like to fake a lot I got more weed than all them Jamaicans got Phil Jackson trade Shaq, who the Lakers got? Next year it's the Knicks in six, we make it hot Telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo Not a Puerto Rican but I'm speaking so that you know When it come to rhyming Sean Price numero uno When it come to k**ing Agallah, kicking your culo I don't give a f** you got a yacht or a few boats Do pot or you do coke in a drop over Hugo Still come through and bust a shot through your two do' All you see is blood and feathers leaking out your new coat Shorty wop is young but on the low she kinda cute though We f**, don't tell b**h I can't bu*tafuoco Might see me clowning on the 'ville, only a few know How a n***a get down when his motherf**ing [?] [Hook] Yo, telephone, tell a friend, tell e mundo Ruck and Agallah, black and Puerto Rican duo Hottest thing popping since The Jacksons and Menudo Beats, rhymes and lifestyle, we keep it true though [Verse Two] I ain't a rapper I just take time With a pad and a pen, a bag of weed and I make rhymes Y'all hate mine that's what I'm hearing through the grapevine But with or without y'all n***as I'mma make mine Why waste time responding about this and that? Yadda yadda yadda, get your gat Duke, I'm straight sick with that Smoke weed through a checkpoint cause my plates say diplomat Yo Y'all n***as ain't reaching the kids Ya f*ggot f** [?] lives