La Ley de Eddie Murphy

My dick between your tits is a Cuban
Banana with rice, rice Cuban style
If you were born in Cuba, you're a Cuban
When you go like a Cuba, you're a whore

A big apple is not the Big Apple
I fuck your bitch and put on my pajamas
The bitches curse you when you love them
Don't seek fame, it's tied up in my bed

The beef is over, I think it already smells
Two don't fight if one doesn't want to
You were my friend and that's why it hurts
They look for me on the street and I'm on TV

If they've hit you for this, you're one of us
You have to get involved, you have to get into trouble
People lie a lot, don't trust, man
The one who's going to hurt you doesn't say a word

The bad guy isn't so bad and the good guy isn't so good
His mouth tasted like honey but it was poison
She asks me to understand her and please mature
If you want to see me now, find me on YouTube

Pissing in your doorway and chewing a Boomer
On the street wear sneakers, at home with heels
In my bomber jacket there's not a single pin, they're all medals
I raise my hand and they pass me ten balls

I have no roof, no brakes, nothing at all
I always sleep with that under my pillow
I like that bitch, my brother, because she's crazy
I talk to her about love and she says, I don't know anything about that

Tell me who you hang out with and I'll tell you who you are
She says she hates me, I know she loves me
They want to give me crumbs, I know, nigga
With tears in my eyes looking up

I know well what I have and I know very well what I want
Nothing rhymes better than fucking money
I see it, I smell it too
With whores, naked, counting it on the floor

Bury me with my brother in the same hole
I only ask God, take me first
Bury me with my brother in the same hole
I only ask God, take me first

Money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money
(I only ask God) money

Money, money
Money, money, money, money
(I only ask God) money
Money, money, money

I sleep on the street because there are more stars than in any hotel
I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye Luis Miguel
My ex-wife was Ginger, with an angel face

I sleep on the street because there are more stars than in any hotel
I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye Luis Miguel
My ex-wife was Ginger, with an angel face

They ask you for a photo, they paint me with a brush
You can see my name first on any poster
Rapper of cake, crumb on my tablecloth
I'm a bear with honey (haha-), she's cheating on you

If I don't have paper, Tarantino gives me one
Success for everyone but I don't see any of you
Well, I see my brother, that was clear
Your girlfriend is not new, she's second hand

Third and fourth, what a lizard
She says it's forever, but nothing
Plays her cards well, comes out of my cake
She doesn't care if they call her Isabel or Marta

They-they-they put me in doggy style, they put me on the menu
My name in the Times, in the Mundo and in the Marca
You're a sucker
The king and the princesses follow me on Instagram

I'm an icon
The long hair thing was Yoko Ono's idea
I have plenty of attitude but I lack promotion
Panini is going to sell my whole life in stickers

I sleep on the street because there are more stars than in any hotel
I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye Luis Miguel
My ex-wife was Ginger, with an angel face

I sleep on the street because there are more stars than in any hotel
I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye Luis Miguel
My ex-wife was Ginger, with an angel face

I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye Luis Miguel
(I go down for water and the Paki tells me: The level has risen)
If tomorrow I sing boleros, goodbye-goodbye Luis Miguel