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Caliente Video (MV)




Performed By: Urban Mozart
Length: 2:45
Written by: Alphonso Holmes
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Urban Mozart - Caliente Lyrics




After we roll it up, after we Pour it up, pull at the Chevron 93 Octane gon' fill It up
Then it's Louisiana coast I-10 interstate bleedin'
Layed back way back on Recline that dodey got me Sleepy
One puff, two puffs I'm Hooked like handcuffs
Spice Latina on the Passenger side can't get Enough
Papi chulo mi negro papi
That's what she told me
Droppin' jewels on her Intellect sumthin' like pretty Tony
I think she want me
Loddy Doddy, who comes to
Party, got a bad Latina, she Love to call me black papi
She be ridin' and stridin' ya Boy like a Kawasaki, I don't Love her
I'm in love money Bags and masaratis
She be watching and Stalking ya boy, like the Papparazzi
I asked God if She was crazy, he was like Yeah son probably

Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente

Hustling ' Bout whatever With professional endeavors
Louisiana hot steppa Jalapeno pepper
However I Stay coolin' diamonds like Ice Blocks
Praying for my Brothers getting burned Down by crooked cops
Why Not speak the truth it shall Set you free, just shoot for Peace
Don't cook the beef Young king just let it be, Then you will see
There's Nothing new under the sun We all collectively one
If We can cool out, then N****s we won, Caliente

Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
Aliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
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After we roll it up, after we Pour it up, pull at the Chevron 93 Octane gon' fill It up
Then it's Louisiana coast I-10 interstate bleedin'
Layed back way back on Recline that dodey got me Sleepy
One puff, two puffs I'm Hooked like handcuffs
Spice Latina on the Passenger side can't get Enough
Papi chulo mi negro papi
That's what she told me
Droppin' jewels on her Intellect sumthin' like pretty Tony
I think she want me
Loddy Doddy, who comes to
Party, got a bad Latina, she Love to call me black papi
She be ridin' and stridin' ya Boy like a Kawasaki, I don't Love her
I'm in love money Bags and masaratis
She be watching and Stalking ya boy, like the Papparazzi
I asked God if She was crazy, he was like Yeah son probably

Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente

Hustling ' Bout whatever With professional endeavors
Louisiana hot steppa Jalapeno pepper
However I Stay coolin' diamonds like Ice Blocks
Praying for my Brothers getting burned Down by crooked cops
Why Not speak the truth it shall Set you free, just shoot for Peace
Don't cook the beef Young king just let it be, Then you will see
There's Nothing new under the sun We all collectively one
If We can cool out, then N****s we won, Caliente

Caliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
Aliente, Mucho Caliente
We got 'em screaming Mucho caliente, Caliente Caliente
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Writer: Alphonso Holmes
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