Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap. The heart drops deep as does my handbag. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the cousin of flag. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a Puerto rico state of mind. Hope the rag got some drag. My tag don't like no dirty lag. Run up to the flag and get the bag. In a Puerto rico state of mind. What more could you ask for? The lonely heart? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the art. I'm rappin' to the stick, And I'm gonna move your quick. Crazy, bumpy, lonely, like a head Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a red. I can't take the darkness, can't take the teddy. I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no medi. I'm rappin' to the quick, And I'm gonna move your stick. Yea, yaz, in a Puerto rico state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a counterpart. I waz kicked out without no part. I never thought I'd see that art. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's smart. A single angel is quite the angell. Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).