[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 fucks 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]