Cuban link kings was at a party in Queens
We bought jeans no gap just lay it in the back
. where the players was at .
Two brothers in the back hustle . everybody inside the club look pretty
. cant afford one mistake . I slip to the bar .
Then we smoke paper . ice all over even in the hair
. I hear the desert rage . stepped on the scene
More champagne . on the soul train
Is the big wide world . DJ mathematic cut the record like .
Hit you with the winter . reminds me of the electrical
You cant take it . cuba link king give rhymes of their chest
Check it out yo x3
