Letras de Laid Back in the Sun

Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back

I did the trips, Grey Goose and Tropicana
Girls like Rihanna, all day in Cuba
Down in Havana, with Fidel Castro
A couple of patellas playin′ bongos with Spanish people
They call me the number one, the American eagle
Latin scorcher, I like everything spicy with Goya
Anything taste sweet, chicks turn to the side, I taste it for ya
With hot outfits, it's all Ross Gaboya
Easy service, all I do is pick up the phone and order you
Chicken meal comin′ about a quarter to

Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back

I'm brim stoney, I take 'em out when they lonely
Clean ′em up, make sure they don′t smell like anchovy
Then after that, it's pasta and ravioli
Girls sometimes they call me Joey, I ease in they underwear, pro-y
Come see me in the 757 Boeing
Sit coach or first class, ladies bring some lingerie in the bag
If you flow easy, I got extra pads
More protection for you, with affection for you
Anything artificial, I can′t do (plastic surgery)

Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back

Now who's toastin′ wine to dine
Laid back bigger than a rock star, I'm out of my mind
She want me to co-sign, put out the Pro-Line
Kiwi strawberry, agent of Mulberry
You can play secretary, make sure your lipstick is cherry
′Cause your Mardi Gras mask is necessary
Tell your silly girlfriend don't worry, my products are dairy
Strong milk, make you feel good
And if you good, I'll send a taxi to pick
You up in the hood (just come outside)

Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back
Laid back in the sun, laid back