I believe in miracles
Where you from?
You sexy thing
(You sexy thing, you)
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing
Uno, dos
(Check it out)
Tres, cuatro
I woke up in a dream
Wyclef and Ivy Queen
Drinkin with your Hennessey
You spit on Louis the XIII
I ain't tipsy but C O P stopped me
Cause I'm with Omar
A Puerto Rican with a Lamborghini
Ole, ole but this ain't a bullfight
Late at night, I'm gonna
Bring the fright of Poltergeist
Looked at me through the shades
Tried to play me like a hermit
I looked at Omar and said
Yo pass me my gun permit
All cultures come together this time
Representing the Boricuas with Wyclef
Queena is my name, the original Borinquen
In this way I demonstrate how, so come again
Yes, Queena, it's al pa' ah
Don't forget that it's the law
Let's celebrate in the tola and sing
And fight what belongs to me
Hey where you from, Ivy Queen?
Puerto Rico, one time
Hey yo all my thug cats, back to the crime
Hey where you from Ivy Queen?
Puerto Rico, one time
He looked at my permission
And said, Get out the car
I'm about to bring the earth, wind
And fire life from Shining Star
Looked at him bizarre
I said, Hell no
The music got tense
In a place called el barrio
They represent not in ways, man
There are no colonies that stop us
Latinos, come, always they stand out
To the Americans showing what they know
Come again, yeah
Yes, Queena, what is al pa' ah
Don't forget that it is the law
Let's celebrate in the tola and sing
And fight what belongs to me
Yes, Queena, what is it to pa' ah
Don't forget that it is the law
Let's celebrate in the tola and sing
And fight what belongs to me
Ivy Queen, there was
No one around the street
Was like ghost town, six cop cars
One black, one Porto Rican
I ain't a shook one
So I got out the car
I close my eyes, they are
I'm waitin' for police to blast one />Don't let them
Don't think I'm coming this time
The Queena, once again
To make them understand
Yes, Queena, what's the point? pa' ah
Don't forget that it's the law
Let's celebrate in the tola and sing
And fight what belongs to me
Yes, Queena, it's al pa' ah
Don't forget that it's the law
Let's celebrate in the tola and sing
And fight what belongs to me
Yo, check the story
I thought I was dead
(Oh shit)
Here comes Ivy, in a black Beemer
Pumpin this in my Rivera
Cast the guns, this ain't salsa
It ain't? That's the Macarena
Cause when I looked
At the cop badges, I saw no number
How do I know if he's an imposter?
I'm 'bout to feed him to the lobsters
And take him shoppin' to the Bahamas
And hide with mobsters
Oh, that they can knock me down, oh
I am now the Queen and I came to show you
Man, libra, Latinos are high, high
ÃÂAre they from the middle?
ÃÂTell you what? I showed what I give
Thanks to Jesus Christ, I always have control
You see, you don't know, you have to understand
The city is hard, you see with Wyclef

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