Spic

Lyrics

[Hook] But you ain't nothin' but a Spic, you ain't nothin' but a Spic You ain't nothin' but a Spic, but you ain't nothin' but a Spic [Verse One: Emilio Rojas] There's ten of us in that crib, we used to live with my mom and Tia Yolanda Abuela and Tio Jose, oldest sister and father, even my two cousins We made a lot out of nada, one family a bedroom in that two bedroom apartment And you can say that we was strugglin' there but we ain't ever take no government checks They worked a few jobs, now I ain't judgin', just sayin' stop the assumptions Our mother would never ever accept the help of another We crammin' in the back of that Nissan like a clown car Drummin' on the steering wheel like the Fania All Stars My mama skippin' meals to feed us, she gettin' flaca And every Sunday morning, we cleanin' and bumpin' salsa My people party till ocho en la mañana, a drink and two steps of Corona And la bachata and still they lookin' at us like we nada They don't want us as neighbors, they'd rather us clean they casa [Hook] [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] Every mornin' in class, the pledge of allegiance And teachers treat Latinos like all of us is illegals My pops a cliché cause he left my mama with three kids His next wife with two, dipped and ain't been seen since Abuelo called from Caracas where he was drunk He cryin' and say he miss us but he ain't met with us once Why they look at our women like unintelligent sluts? They raise, they cater to us, show affection and love Proud of my sister, there's not a lot that can fuck with her A Venezuelan girl with a scholarship to Columbia Jealous hoes said it's to bring minority numbers up Even though she ten times smarter than all them other smuts Yeah, I'm loving Latinas, I swear those Summer nuts They fall in love with you fast after you touch 'em once 'Cause we a culture full of passion, yeah But still they lookin' at us like we savage [Hook] [Verse Three: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, in the Heights, they recruitin' for the Marines We ain't good enough for papers but we good enough to bleed Make us turn on each other and some will join the police But the hustlers do more for my street, they keep the peace, right? El Malecon for the chicharron, a patacon Maybe the mangu in the morning, they smashin' platano We wifin' beautiful women, never the pajarros Older heads sit on the ave, slammin' the dominoes El sabado, the baddest chicks all out, they lookin' thick They got they asses and they tits all out And then that racist motherfucker screamin' Spic all loud He be the one that's in the club, dancing to Pitbull now That's why I get all proud when they be reachin' If you wanna call me a Spic, then I'mma be it Venezuelano, Dominicano and Puerto Rican I'm proud of my people, I love y'all my Latinos But you ain't nothin' but a Spic