Yo Fumo
La Base
I Smoke
(Excuse me Mr. Cornet...
what a stupid Cornet...
hey, hold on, you're gonna get heated up)
My woolen craft has a lot to do
with running on the roofs of the neighbors
so much smoking doesn't let me run
and the cornet is chasing me with shots.
I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
I go killing and I don't stop running
I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
and I sing loudly to your woman.
And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same
And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same. (Repeat)
