[Sick Jacken] Ghetto Music, baby
[Chino XL] King Tech, you're a beast
[Sick Jacken] Chino XL
[Chino XL] Yo
[Sick Jacken] El Pecador (Yeah)
Pitbull (Yo, come on)
Yeah
[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
Latinos stand up
Morenos stand up
Act like you gettin' rob, then 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 y'all hear is POP, like the Black Eyed Peas album
I'm '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 can't 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 mini-shotty, I'm finishin' anybody
The minister tried to stop me, now Jay-Z is tryin' to sign me
Tu sabes
As a kid was past rude
Rob McDonalds with the quickness
That's why they call it fast food (Ha!)
Bad news
Chino not keeping 'em poppers
Like Mexican gangsters, removin' they tattoos
[Chino XL] King Tech, you're a beast
[Sick Jacken] Chino XL
[Chino XL] Yo
[Sick Jacken] El Pecador (Yeah)
Pitbull (Yo, come on)
Yeah
[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
Latinos stand up
Morenos stand up
Act like you gettin' rob, then 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 y'all hear is POP, like the Black Eyed Peas album
I'm '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 can't 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 mini-shotty, I'm finishin' anybody
The minister tried to stop me, now Jay-Z is tryin' to sign me
Tu sabes
As a kid was past rude
Rob McDonalds with the quickness
That's why they call it fast food (Ha!)
Bad news
Chino not keeping 'em poppers
Like Mexican gangsters, removin' they tattoos
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