Conteo

King of Kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
I am Don

Count
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by

Mami, you kill it alone
Take control of that fabric
If the record controls you
The black man consoles you
Break that console
With Nelly, she flies
How she muses
The Miss Cinnamon Skin
Eah eah
She's pure fire
Incense and candle
In the old school style
She has that spell
That keeps my crew awake
Don't give her oats
Or you'll end up losing
Eah eah
She's pure fire
Incense and candle
In the old school style
She has that spell
That keeps my crew awake
Don't give her oats
Or you'll end up losing

March
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by

She without clothes
Floats in the troops
Bubbles that are squeezed
With a Champagne in a glass
If she puts on her boots
The note explodes
Put on a little suit
And she whips herself
She touches herself all over
Squeezes you like a boa
Her malt kiss
Tastes like cocoa
She hangs out with a crew
That says it's going everywhere
We'll see that now now

One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by

Partner, don't snore at me
Because
You'll feel the torque
Don't touch
Don't provoke us
Or I'll drop the boat on you
Partner, don't snore at me
Because
You'll feel the torque
Don't touch
Don't provoke us
Or I'll drop the boat on you

March
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by

March
One two three four my crew is passing by