Bacio [1g]

The story goes like this. Its 1985. Papa was the king of Miami strolling around town wearing his white suit, mesh loafers, and dark shades, chatting up all the ladies. Papa knew everybody and everybody knew Papa. He was the kind of guy you couldnt help but like - a big personality with a big heart. Papa always remembered your name. And when you needed weed, hed hook you up. He always had a stash of the good stuff. Papa just loved to share the happiness. So heres to Papa. Hes always sharing the good times.