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Come with me girl, girl, now, oh, come with me now...

This is about unfaithful people
crazy groupies to the hotel

This is about unfaithful people
crazy groupies to the hotel

[Tote King]
I'll keep explaining the rules if you want,
first concert and for dessert women
I grab the mic and it's not so faithful anymore
no album, no club, straight to the hotel, come!
No time for explanations
no time for exhibitions,
find a spot in the van,
among bottles and people
come! Big girls, skinny, rich, rats
Come, come! posh, junkies, blondes, mulattos, cheap faces
Come! Stop talking, I didn't come
to hear your truth, your lament,
you better bring utensils
to eat all the flesh of the body.
I have a motto listen and Nacho too
if you're dirty, don't expect us to treat you well.
I'm To-te, MC's dream
owner of the Guadalquivir's pussies,
it seems unbelievable, vikings on tour
destroy papers finally breathe.
Enough talking, I can't stand you,
if your boyfriend does it, he deserves his charm,
of course, many smart ones abuse the crying trick later.
My brother Shotta and I have seen it all
shittier stuff than what's on your TV,
and they are, bitches, you know it
they hang your photos on their myspace.
We are devoted to a few groups
who establish their law under the spotlight.
Going on tour with Shotta always,
the son of a bitch never sleeps, three hours if lucky.
Your friends who steal your rum and coke
are the opposite of dancing alone.

[Chorus]
They are crazy groupies, what a mess
they are the alpha and omega of sexuality,
when they suck you, you feel cool,
you forget when you messed up in the freestyle.

They always ask for something to drink
they want to smoke your weed you should know,
but sons of bitches, I won't give in,
when Tote and Shotta come, they all bow at our feet.

[Shotta]
Grab the mic Frankenstein
Shotta! Fuck to fakes,
stand up so you get distracted
I just got three girls in your kitchen,
Isa, Leti, Marta, money!
As ugly as I am, à la carte!
Summer, partying is true,
I love mulattoes, I remember.
Balancing, I'm shy and stylish, have you seen?
Do you touch me? your crazy wife likes it, I insist
I know I can handle your crew and your label and I take you, come!
Do you like my slang?
Do you want fun with my dick?
where it says an ass like that
buddy, only on MTV
Rocco Sifredi's bastard son is here with Toteking.
The cops saw you, they're coming for me,
and I escape on Rodney King's bike
I'm not a star, I'm a planet, all for you!
Wide flip-flops,
I jump off the bike in motion my knee crushes.
You like the banter,
I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words.
You know what?
Yoli, I'm only faithful to the pen,
there's only one thing better in the game,
better than a pussy, a new pussy
I feel like a fucking freak,
so long selling my body.
I lie, if I tell you I love you,
I just want to clean your attic.
Give me the medication,
thick beer, immense my depression.
I seek my salvation,
among girls and bottles of rum!

[Chorus]
They are crazy groupies, what a mess
they are the alpha and omega of sexuality,
when they suck you, you feel cool,
you forget when you messed up in the freestyle.

They always ask for something to drink
they want to smoke your weed you should know,
but sons of bitches, I won't give in,
when Tote and Shotta come, they all bow at our feet.