[Intro: Tego Calderón]
Oye, mamabicho (Dile!)
Deja de mentira
[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
These motherf**ers want to say I'm wack?
Bet next year I'm a have a Grammy nominated track
All black with a tan flag, ever since Spofford
Papi let his pants sag, kiss a**
Ya'll rappers trash, kings of the underground
Well, my mainstream flow to the cash
My future always look bright in the past
I'm a hit at least one, sixteen in the mag
RLX when I skeet
The youth been dead, so I rose up
With a hundred million roses like Fergie
How much the key weighing, like Bugaloo
In Above The Rim been f**ing with a birdy
Middle fingers up, washing both hands early
In the A.M, get the worm out the Rotten Manazana
Meaning mama's and mamajuanas
That will s** my dick like a Slurpee
All money clean cause the streets did me dirty
Now I'm trying to be a millionaire before thirty
New, improved Carlo Brigante, hop off the stretcher
Go get your favorite artist and tell him Bodega's better
I'm a Microphone Fiend word to the 1-8 letter
Still serve addicts, cooking in the cellar
Pitch black lungs, f**ed up liver
I'ma die young, I'm a born k**er
f**ed up lungs, pitch black liver
I'ma die young, I'm a born k**er
My name is Papi!
[Hook: Tego Calderón]
A todo lo que tu se lo mama
'Ta chotiando, cumpliendo vida (Que feo)
Compadre, si tuviera tiro
Vendiera libreta o vendiera kilo (My name is Papi!)
Lo meno que usted haria seria dicerlo (Que claro)
Muy poco bandito llega vivo a retiro (Muy poco!)
El futuro es presidio (My name is Papi!)
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
And ya'll know me
The big homie (Yaowa!)
J-O-E double puff, puff, pa**
Took your bus pa** on the way to high school
Cause you was phony
Of course, no longer in school am I
But the same rules apply
You might fool these guys
With all them groovy lies
'Bout how you move these pies
This ain't no movie, pai
n***as next to me'll take all of your j**elry, why?!
Cause n***as 'bout it, 'bout it
What you gonna do besides pout about it?
Want to put on a show?
There'll be a body with a crowd around it
Cut crack, grind dope, use scissors for bush
You could beam, nod off or get a hit of this kush
I rap but I ain't these rapper n***as
Still wears slippers on the bench
And won't flinch when they clapping n***as
Might hear me on the radio
See me in these videos
Yeah, I'm f**ing one of these silly hoes
So? That's what n***as do
When they hustling and what they spit is true
n***a, my chips is woooooooo
Whip is blue, interior Winnie The Pooh
Your lady neck will twist like The Exorcist
When I spin it through (Hello)
I'm just a Brooklyn boy
Them E-Readers couldn't book your boy
These street sweepers'll unhook your boy
From life support, try me
No need to look around, I did this to you
My name is Papi!
(My name is Papi!)
[Bridge: Tego Calderón]
Oye, mamabicho (Dile!)
Deja de mentira
[Hook: Tego Calderón]
A todo lo que tu se lo mama
'Ta chotiando, cumpliendo vida (Que feo)
Compadre, si tuviera tiro
Vendiera libreta o vendiera kilo (My name is Papi!)
Lo meno que usted haria seria dicerlo (Que claro)
Muy poco bandito llega vivo a retiro (Muy poco!)
El futuro es presidio (My name is Papi!)
[Outro: Tego Calderón]
O protección de testigo, cantochota! (Oooooohh)
Arranca pa carajo, hombre no?!
Que, que? What, What!