Spanish Harlem

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Touch] Ahhh, ave María Purísima, coño Los hermanos Chocolate Directamente de la calle ¿Qué'eh lo tuyo muchacho? Si tú supiera', coño {*whispering in Spanish*} [Verse 1: Tony Touch] It's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "En esa loca" Dale huevo is my mic, leg'go 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 manteca o sin semilla Cocoa brovaz, Hurricane, mira mira Tone Touch, sound doofy eatin' fajitas Chillin in the b-boy stance In my Adidas While señoritas be screaming "Buenos días" Rock steady, by now you know the steelo Mi corrillo still gets down on the leelo Soy taino Indians welcome to my tipi Pop in the CD and let's get freaky Melaza, Guatauba en la casa Boricua, about to pass it off to the rasta [Verse 2: 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 capitan {*speaking Spanish*} {*speaking Spanish*} Undressin' me, thinking about sexin' me Wanna matarme a mí? [Verse 3: Steele] Blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo Who got hot making the pesos out in Santo Domingo El socio, used to go to the Acapulco 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 Ay dios mio, just like El Niños El corazón de el está frío Y puro como perico [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) [Verse 4: Tek] I do this for my soldiers in the streets Who stand toast-to-toast with the cousin of sleep Making illegal transactions, worldwide 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 [Verse 5: Hurricane G] Blowin' down your motherfucking roof It be Hurricane G, subwoofin' out ya ass From first staff, up through parks from the heart Representando! And my niggas up in Spanish Harlem Who don't give a fuck and my box stuck cutting up tribal So get the hydro, 'cause we gonna keep it live all night, yo Yeah, one love to my fam in Boricua land My hermanitos sparking up trees 112 buddah keys barking up Puerto Rican crib Smacking all rice and beans And you know my hermanitas keep it real In Timbs or some high heels All my piticitas who ain't fucking around Santeras holdin' shit down for the crown Tony Touch, Cocoa Brovaz, and I Keep the barrio high No doubt It be CPR in the motherfucking 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 papi chulitos [Outro: Hurricane G] Yo, yeah, word up and if you can't get wit' it, then kiss my culito! But you, on the 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 de corazón, papi Uh, what, yeah, yeah Uh, what, uh