I feel like to a foreign land,
feel like taking it somewhere (somewhere).
Some type of foreign land, got to get away E
you know what I'm saying, what I know
Life's hard what am I supposed to do in this cold life
Only thing I really know how to do is hold mics
On cold nights we the hottest
On the blocks or the projects
Bless the mic for Natas
Now the heat is on we got the streets warm
We'll only stop setting shit on fire when the beat is gone
Keep it strong money keep it long
With each song history is born we da wrong
Cats to collapse so what the beef is on
Never cry about the pain if the game treat us wrong
Wicket world wide over seas it's on
We clock gees while they clock zees
who you sleeping on huh?
Chorus: Esham
Shake the day my seniorita mama la pita,
shake the day my seniorita, mama la pita.
On the cool beach of Cancun under the moon
Me and honey sipping Boone's finna go to the room
As I zoomed into the feature times rhyme with the clarity
No, I said it was all good in the land of prosperity
So I fly through the sky with a blink of an eye
Under the shade of my sombrero wouldn't think it was I
Mama see a seniorita we was smoking some reefer
She was hoping that I keep her but I'm nothin but a creaper
It gets deeper with the street sweeper
But on a day like today I just sit in back and parlay
In C-A-N, C-U-N
If you girl ain't bumping I bump her best
friend in Cancun, yo in Cancun, yo I said
in Cancun, yo yo in Cancun
Chorus
Mamacita seniorita
It's a black thang baby so you know it's weaker
Living the viva la coca while you slang the yoca cola