Voy a pedir su mano
al amor hay que dar de beber
voy a cortar un ramo (d)e nubes
para mojar su querer

Voy a bajar por los yayales
en una yagua de tul
voy a pintar los manatiales
con óleos de cielo azul

Voy a prender tu cariñito
como cocuyo en el mar
y voy a hacerte un traje e novia
con hojas del platanal

Viene a pedir mi mano, viene
vamo(s) a sonar unos palos
pa(ra) que me quiera por siempre

Que su amor sea verdadero, ¡oh!
pa que me quiera, ¡ay!

Viene a pedir mi mano, viene
vamo a sonar unos pal

[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead

[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!

[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall)
is Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!

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