Paperboys Lyrics - Barcelona lyrics

Barcelona lyrics (Lyrics)

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On my way out from hittin
This honey from last night,
I had to blast right, she was lookin
Nasty in the sunlight.
Cruisin down centrum in a aftermath tantrum
Oh my god, interrupted by this hunny, and looking pretty good at that,
She had a letter for
Cap, it said ma critical was chillin in south of Spain,
Sowin his oats with a lady,
Even her name was undelined in tha note,
So that means that he was handelin it fine, dontcha know.
I had to find him though
So I called up Vinnie on the phone,
He like: Watcha doin in the snow, bro? I said: Dont
Know man, but where you at?
Barcelona!
In the zone like Id finally found a home for this stona.
Traded all my kronas, its all about the pesetas and coronas.
This bar? Im the mother fuckin owner. Made
It out the coma, played it like I said,
Now Im gone bro,
lotta pretty ladies on my boner.
Went from
Half-ass to a class-act. Weed-aroma?
Pass that! Baby, got my feet up on the ass-crack.
Yo, you gotta love it while it lasts cap,
Sendin you a ticket, thats that,
We could kick it, thats a fact.

[Chorus]

Im leavin (where you gonna go?) Barcelona
Anywhere it dont snow (sure)
Feel the sun glow (ohh)
Ladies lookin like the models from a video
Letem know were jumpin (lets go!)
Im leavin (so where you gonna go?) Barcelona
Anywhere it dont snow (sure)
Feel the sun glow (ohh)
Ladies lookin like the models from a video
Letem know were jumpin (lets go!)
So now Im in Barcelona,
Im lonely lookin for a bar owner,
But I forgot to bring my funny note, bro
So Im sittin here somewhere,
Sippin my corona thinkin Im a gonna,
God damn an Im so fucked
And all I could remember was the name of the bar you opened up
, Babylon or somethin right?
(yup, close it up) I hire me a moped and goes for air,
I cant wait to hit the ocean and order a
Cold beer.(vinni) Cool, now see that road there?< br>Yeah. Yo, follow 3 blocks, make a left go straight
Through the old square, next turn, church on the left,
You should go there beach just below the
Stairs. And its nice through the whole year,
You should see what the hoes wear,
Water so clear, so nice
It aint fair, yo but listen here,
Stay for some food and a jay,
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Ill come too, just let me get my keys
Jose

[Chorus]

Im dreamin (Yeah, its nice man) Barcelona
Hollar at the ice, man (sure)
Check the price man (ohh)
Its how it is down here
Smooth, oh, you wanna get up here? (Lets go!)
Im dreamin (I know its nice, man) Barcelona
Hollar at the ice, man (sure)
Check the price man (ohh)
Its how it is down here
Fly, oh yeah, you wanna get up here? (Lets go!)
Vinnie, guess what? What? I got the letter!
Shii... I had it all along,
I forgot that I had it in my
Sack for the draws.
Man, you slackin, dawg! Tell me somet hin I dont know!
Hes gettin married!
What, lemme see what he wrote:
Dear Cap, I guess its been about a year now
Since we met each other or spoken to one another,
Damn brother, man I miss you.
Still livin in snow, with thirty below?
Heard that you werent slurpin no more.
Hey, AA aint funny.
But how is you? Oh, guess
What, by the way,
I met this hot thing at the airport in Spain,
Im gettin married brother, man to this tall,
Dark skin half black,
Half latino modellin chica,
My baby Celina.
Wait till you meet her,
But me? I quit workin, started school,
So mamas happy,
Im studyin anatomy at the academy in New Guinea,
Funny, huh? And Vinnie,
How is he? I heard he moved to Barcelona,
Sippin coronas still livin by the sea?
Splendid! Nothin but love for what he be showin.
I tell him, hey gimme my
TV back, but you know him and those things.
Oh yeah, one more thing, to top it off, Im having
A baby due in J une,
And Im namin him after you, kinda cool huh?
And I got to send you an
Invitation too, so love to my people,
Man, well man, aint no difference
CritiCal, signin off, peace,
Hugs n kisses,
Ps. I gotta jet to my mistress...
Damn...

[Chorus]

Im dreamin (CritiCals gettin married)
Hes a gonna
S cool, hell be all happy (sure)
About to be a daddy (ohh)
Its a white wedding day
Yo Cap, get your cups, bottoms up (lets go)
Im dreamin (CritiCals gettin married)
Hes a gonna
S cool, hell be all happy (sure)
About to be a daddy (ohh)
Its a white wedding day
Yo Cap, get your cups, bottoms up (lets go)