Featuring Hurricane G Tony Touch]

Intro:

ah where's everybody up

(Speaking Spanish)

[Tony Touch]

it's Tony Toca the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca"

dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo

spanish Harlem all the way to san diego

make it happen

you know like movin yayo

i set my product that shit's far from the palace

mantequilla not manteco oh senso mia

cocoa brovaz hurricane mida mida

ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas

chillin in the b-boy stance

in my Adidas

while senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias

rock steady by now you know the steelo

mi correo still gets down on the leelo

tahino indians welcome to my teepi

pop in the CD and let's get freaky

(Speaking spanish)

boriquia, about to pass it off to the rasta

[Tek]

It's the el generalno

tell your baqua where's the hydro

if the chocolito make my eyes low

BC a tomb bab with me and my man

trying to double our ends with the el capitain

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

undressin me, thinking about sexin me

while I (?)

[Steele]

blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo

who got hot making the peicos out in santo domingo

el socio, used to go to the acopulco

every weekend tricking on chulas, he was beatin

but on the streets of harlem around the grand concourse

he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to boss

a dios mios, just like el ninos (?)

Chorus: [Tek, (Steele)]

harlem got the pace in it (boogie, boogie got the cake in it)

crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it)

[Tek]

i do this for my soldiers in the streets

who stand toast to toast with the cousin asleep

making illegal transactions

world-wide connections

forced up a change like the name smif-n-wessun

see me coming through and my nigga clef too

or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb

mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite

like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white

[Hurricane G]

blows down your mother fucking roof

it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya asshole

from first staff, up through parks from the heart

they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish harlem

who don't give a fuck and my box stuck cutting up tribal

forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo

yeah one love to my fam in boriquia land

my emanitos sparking up trees

112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens

smacking all rice and beans

and you know my emanitas keep it real

in timboso high hills

all my pitycitas who ain't fucking around

sontaras holdin shit down for the crown

tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i

keep the body all high

no doubt

if he CPR in the mother fucking house

i'm talking about crazy puerto ricans

who beefing

a few heads is busted because I see them leaking

freaking, because I be frying bitches up like hoochie fritos

for my 5 bitchulitos

Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then kiss my a*s

but your, on thea real I wanna say one love and rest in peace

to my nigga Bridge from 112

big up Johnson Projects

jefferson in the house

an the whole spanish harlem

word up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane

g

peace daycoro song papi

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