[Hook: Yés & Herbal T] Ven conmigo (Where we gonna go?) A la playa (And what we gonna do when we get there?) Y descansa (Yeah, yo c'mon) En mi toalla [Verse 1: Herbal T] Sixteen bars to go Get the first two out the way and we can start the show What the future's gonna bring it's hard to know So all that you can really do is play a card and hope I know I flow fly even in Lo-Fi Actually I'm so Lo-Fi, I'm "No-Fi" No lie, hope I manage to go buy Some diapers for my baby hoping maybe he won't cry Such a broke guy Never had bucks or dough I Never wear a tux or bowtie Still girls say, "Aw shucks" and "Oh my" A kite's what you dumb f**s can go fly Cause you're yellow Made of pure jello Score like a poor fellow at a bordello That's never Herbal T clever with the wordplay Partying like it's my birthday Like this.. [Hook] [Verse 2: Herbal T] The words flying out my mouth, like, pouring Rain thoughts in your brain make me wanna ralph like Lauren Ralph like Tresvant, Macchio, or Wiggum Wrote a couple rhymes and I thought that you would dig 'em So I'm firing the band up Crowds looking like Louis C.K. or Richard Pryor cause they stand up But not comedy though You probably know they're sorta similar to how lava would flow We got it covered like boats with the barnacles The journalists they want my quotes in their articles You get broke into particles The record spinning like the Ferris Wheel folks at the carnivals Ay Yo We on top of a cloud Rocking it loud Like a big snowball no stopping us now We hopping around like bunnies and rabbits A good time, you don't need money to have it You just let yourself go [Hook x2]