[Sick Jacken] Ghetto Music, baby [Chino XL] King Tech, youre a beast [Sick Jacken] Chino XL [Chino XL] Yo [Sick Jacken] El Pecador Yeah Pitbull Yo, come on Yeah [Hook Sick Jacken] Latinos stand up Morenos stand up Act like you gettin robbed and throw your hands up Mira We are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killers We get it poppin in the streets, so I know you feel us [Verse 1 Chino XL] Be afraid Be very afraid Chino rippin over this remix that Timbaland made What XL, Pitbull, Sinful, wildin All yall hear is POP, like the Black Eyed Peas album Im bout to run rap soon By bringin drama like 50 and Game is in the same room In My Hood Policia we no hablamos We push so much white They call us albinos My street advantage is What is it? I got more guns Than the Puerto Rican Day parade got baby carriages Street savages, you cant stop or hold me Nothin gets by me in the game like a soccer goalie I gotta lay behind me, fold more paper than origami Chino keep the finest mamis, tryin to get pregnant by me When grippin the minishotty, Im finishin anybody The minister tried to stop me, now JayZ is tryin to sign me Tu sabes As a kid was past rude Rob McDonalds with the quickness Thats why they call it fast food Ha! Bad news Chino not keeping em poppers Like Mexican gangsters removin they tattoos [Hook Sick Jacken] Latinos stand up Morenos stand up Act like you gettin robbed and throw your hands up Mira We are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killers We get it poppin in the streets, so I know you feel us We stand up My people stand up Act like you gettin robbed and throw your hands up Baby You can catch us in the hood, daily Stackin money, tryin to make it out alive cause its too crazy [Verse 2 Sinful] Porque haste ahora, se sorprenden y otros se ofenden Porque haste ahora, me cienten si he estado aqui por siempre Atrapado en una calle con ciego y inconciente Ahora, los soadores platica fue por suerte Doce aos en el juego y no es suficiente Por favor, miren, mocosos, ya mejor, despierten Yo se que me encanta el ambiente sigo indigente En el mismo lugar, de siempre, con la misma gente Puedes traer tu arsenal, pero no te combiene Un corazon artificial, como se defienden Tu vieja te detiene, se te pone por enfrente Y tu no sales, tu te escondes como una serpiente Es como mezclar tequila con un vaso de leche Una movida falsa y tu systema no sostiene Y por aqui sigue tronando esas cosas calientes Conozco a franco tiradores que no usan lentes Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3 Pitbull] Now when them boys get to poppin, youll get, get, down When them choppers spit Spit Spspit, spit, rounds Round of town, upstate, so shake So shake it down Get them boys, get them thangs, but break But break em down From the bottom of the panhandle, where birds get manhandled From the pot To the block Where they handtohand you Cook that white with Sprite, thats if we wanna scam you Pitbull, Rich Boy, we got plans too Dont pull out Unless, of course, you spit boy Squeeze out To the bottom of that clip, boy Just to reassure your ass got hit, boy Make thirtysix shows to a 360, thats a flip, boy Its a bird Its a plane, no, thats a brick, boy I got a lick, grab them thangs, lets get Rich, Boy Pitbull chillin Rich Boy chillin What more can I say, lets get millions Hook Rich Boy Now when them boys get to poppin Get, get, down Get, get, getget, get down Get, get, getget, get Get, get, getget Repeat Chorus [Sick Jacken] Too crazy... Too crazy...
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