Verse 3
Now if ya feeling what I’m saying throw ya hands in
the sky, party people from California all the way to Hawaii,
ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fine, to the streets
of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NY, Mexicano o Cubano,
Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto
Riceno, yo it don’t really matter this a T-Bone party,
so throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya body, no Bacardi,
Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tie, Why? Cuz this
is how we do it when we naturally high, now watch me rock
like Nirvana, what up mama I’m the don dada known to
mix it up like Santana.