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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