[ VERSE 1 ]nI came all the way from Cuba just to babalu yanOn a raft to the river, from the river on to yanSteppin like a prisoner who came por El MarielnWith a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill FidelnI brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz recordsnMy mother had me dressed in high-water pants with checkersnTalkin 'bout, Oye niño, no te hagate porfiadonGrow up and make some records, so you don't have to live quemadonSo now I'm that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, babynWith a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazynLadies tried to play me, so I had to play em backnAnd called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attractnNow I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pistanTalkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ???nAnd all my boys sit around and call me coynThey gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boynn (The Babalu Bad Boy) --> Grand Puban[ VERSE 2 ]nIf you don't think that I can swingnCheck out the way I do my thingnYo, I move and shake and bake itnCause that's the way I make itnI never front a move and everything just come butt-nakednI lift it, uplift it, and shift it niftynChange my flow with two words you don't knownLike mentirosa, mañana otra cosanAnd like I got your girlie hangin by the chochanHangin and we're swingin itnI think she like the way I came this yearnOh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchachanDancin to my hip-hop like it was some salsanBut yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funkynAnd Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkeynAnd the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC's madnCause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu badnn (The Babalu Bad Boy)n Take me to Cuban Straight from Havanann[ VERSE 3 ]nNow you say I ain't no bickeynBut you're always on my dickeynI tell ya, ??? so Ricky is stickynThe way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooternIf Cypress got my back, well, that don't mean I hit the buddahnI'm clever than ever and evernFor who shall ever stop this endeavournTo bring you bilingual lingonLiked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringosnYo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix itnServe it up right so that you want to kick itnSpliff it like it was a jointnYo, it's the joint nYeah, burned to the pointnGet with itnIf you can't swing, just quit itnForget it, now just let itnFlow, flow like Ricky RicardonYo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongonCause what's a Cuban man without a little conganA little salsa into my sambanA little mambo into my bongonBoom-cacka-boom - that's how they gonSo Muggs, we quit, we're outta herenI think I like the way I came this yearnSee, I'm the Babalu bad boy...nnBabalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boomnBabalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boomnBabalooyeenBabalooyeenBabalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boomnBabalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boomnBabalooyeenBabalooyeen(The Babalu Bad Boy)