Mira Mira

[Intro] Shut Up, Dude, the mixtape We're rapping for you! [Verse 1: Heems] You know me, I need money Being broke is not funny Sometimes I am not funny Sometimes I am so funny I don't fake patois I'm a big fat twat, Deepak Chopra I'm just cooking okra ? I'm just on soma Feel good, no prob, no prob, no prob See that relax my muscles Brown Kurt Russell You could be like Goldie Me? I'm still the old me Last name Baba, first name Homie Got a lot of homies Me? I'm NYC You know that I roll deep You know that I'm groovy Driving a Maruti I ain't tricking, I ain't cheap Pretty mama chick from Queens, come with me I'm Heems, look, it's me! Queen dream, you could be on my team We could go to Tamarine, that's a diner in Queens We could do anything, anything, anything, anything We could do anything, anything, anything, anything [Hook] Mira mira ven aqui Mira mira ven aqui Mira mira ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui Mira mira ven aqui Mira mira ven aqui Mira mira blah blah blah blah [Verse 2: KOOL A.D.] You know me, I'm KOOL A.D ? I'm low-key But I'm know to be a freak I frequently get freaky-deaky Hollering at Keke Hollering at Mimi, CiCi Please, she probably believe me When I say that she's the only one for me She always come to see me Always rock my CD If I had a DVD she probably would want to see my special fe-fe-features Shake it like a seizure Me? I take it leisurely Surely she hit me like a beeper Please, sir, why you getting so upset at me for? She's the one you probably should call a cheater All I did was take her to the crib and light the reefer And we hit it off like twenty-four like I was Keifer Sutherland, she took me to the motherland Booty bouncing up and down just like it was a rubber band Other than that, it was nothing really that I need to speak of Mami know I do that type of thing like every week, love So ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui, ven aqui Ohohohohohahahahaha