About:
When I first heard this Shakira song I knew I wanted to remix it because it reminded me of the Ol’ Dirty Bastard classic “Shame On A Nigga” from the 36 Chambers album. They both have a funk vibe and you can switch up your style and have fun rhyming on a beat like this. I just reinterpreted her story in a pair Spanglish rap verses on this Colombian Hip Hop tip!



Update 1/5/2010:
Checking out the web stats for ctraffik.com I found out that lots of folks are doing web searches for the keywords “ctraffik she wolf lyrics”. In that case I’m gonna give you the lyrics to both of my verses, the Shakira parts are up to you. Peace!


Lyrics:
Verse 1
Shakira, Ctraffik, Colombian Style
Ah! Home girl got loose
No wolf pack, hood rat, its high-heel shoes
Looking for a nice or an icy dude
She flashy, wild like Apaches do
Howl at the moon
Light up the room
All eyes on beau like YouTube zoomed
Lips say “cool” but the eyes say “ferocious”
The body say “commotion”
A venomous dosage
Left her man there posted
At home looking hopeless
He aint give her nothing that she wants, she’s coasting
Night club bouncing
Dancing on the tables and the VIP couches
Party all night like no other options
Drink like a fish and never get nauseous
Take caution!
Ha!


Verse 2:
El tipo tuyo ‘ta enfogonao’
Es un mamao’ dejado embarcao’
Apestando la casa como bacalao
Por eso te fuistes pa’ otro lao’
Cualquier lado, no importa now
You all up in the club, hair loose and wild
DJ spinning the Colombian Style
Party so thick, que esta pesado
Esta pesado, ‘sta Heavy
Chica suelta como el confetti
No esta fea con cara de Betty
Esta sabrosa, loca y sexy
Estate’ listo,
Mijito
Si la loba anda en su gistro
Te devora por toda la disco
Y te pide mas?
Suerte negrito! (Que le vaya bonito)


Outro:
DJ Spinning the Colombian Style (x2)
Colombian Style
Dancing on the VIP Couches
Its that chico on the M.I.C.
La revolucion aint on the TV
It got canceled, catch it on the dance floor*


*Note: This is the intro to the song Mind Money

About:
This song was recorded for the Blocc Politics mixtape and the title has nothing to do with Caliba and I smoking any weed (which we don’t… at least I don’t at the time of this writing) but the hook is based on us believing that the Ray Charles sample in the beat was saying “I got weed… I got Weed… she killed me mom, sumpthing sumpthin….”. So we flipped the hook and attacked the beat with crazy rhymes. I start off my verse saying “Bitch! Kanye got Jacked!” – some folks thought I said “shot”. Also, I was watching the Maury Povich show at the time (2005) and was obsessed with the crazy paternity/DNA-test episodes. At the end I actually recorded my self falling off a plastic chair but after a bunch of takes and a sore ass I got the recording that made the final cut. This is how we sacrifice ourselves to make classic hip hop records.