Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: El Fuego Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Master Fuol] *Speaks Spanish* Turn it up, come on, ??? Break it down baby, break it down baby Come dance with my people, we hot! [Master Fuol] Bird flocko, *spanish* Don't make me send my wolves to pull out and rob you Got cash in the heaters, bad mamacitas Model chick got zip locked bags in the reefer Boy crashin the party, we ain't askin nobody And my chick sell mad ass at the party Duck low, bump dro, you know how the game go Made rich, big chips, same rules, different hoes When we slide to the club, get high in the club Get live, get punched in the eye at the club Little monkey ass niggas tryin to play, gorilla Actin like they hard, but they ain't no killa We got fine ass hoes in designer clothes See through lace with vaginas shown She was sittin in the chair, long legs, brown hair And she sat on my lap and she whispered in my ear (You know my papi don't really like me fuck with ??? But ?seen you on tv popin that dinero?) That nigga hot hot hot, el fuego [Chorus X2: Unknown female singing in Spanish] [Master Fuol] You know brown skinned, fine tint, light weight, the right date Couple drinks at the bar get your wife straight Tree'd up, E'd up, Ski'd up, whatever I'm g'd up, I beat it up, one nut better Giiirls like "He's so fine" Seen him on the tv in the ??? I pay em no mind (why?) cuz they ??? my cash I'm in the club all day, straght huntin for ass A blunt in the back, a brew would do me right Gangbang by the crew is what the groupies like Fool we like, fuck em, fill em and forget em If she gets too atatched to the dick I got to dead em [Chorus X2] [Master Fuol] Me amigo, you know how we go, I'm on the d-low Guiliani comin for ???, where would he go? In a bag of Doritos I'm on a plane with a fake ID thats says Carlos ??? Black man, Spanish blood, track man, turn it up Lap dance, get a nut, hot damn, hit it up Come on, if you're ready to party Drunk on a fifth of Bacardi, don't wanna body nobody See shorty over there? Be cool foo She's a fgreak, we see through you Love chicks that car hop, fuckin them, don't stop On top, then I drop the bitch off at the wrong block Hollywood, play the field, chill short stop ??? in the party for ??? Fuol's Year Eve, up till the ball drop Mamacita, bras, take off tops [Chorus to fade]