Black Sheep, what kind of song is this, boy?
Every time you bail rid him, all the girls want to dance, boy.
Hola, hola, hola.
Hey, hey, you boy.
You boy over there.
When you come out of the way, see, see, papi.
Tell them me stick.
Maritas, when you come out, why not sing?
Don't disturb me.
I feel it sitting.
Tell them blow it.
I'm one of them tight fans, boy, ya man.
Too much booty in the video light.
Don't.
Too much money in the video light.
Don't you quit.
Let out the gallon.
Don't mind.
Don't.