Chino Xl - Latinos Stand Up (part 2) * текст песни

Latinos Stand Up (part 2) * / Chino Xl* Sequel to "Get To Poppin (Latinos Stand Up) (Remix)" by Rich Boy[Focus...]"Por el sueloHay como se riega (Por el suelo)Hay es de bonita (Por el suelo)Hay es verdecita (Por el suelo)Hay la verdolaga" --> Toto La Momposina[B-Real]Okay, we reloaded[Verse 1: B-Real]Mira chico, it's been a while for me and ChinoTo spit the venom and start upliftin' Latino peopleWe started back in the days of Mellow Man Ace and FrostFor every Latin rapper, we're labelled the underdogsThey open the doors and Cypress Hill, we came bustin' through itPlatinum plaques on the wall, the first Latins to do itJoey Crack and the Punisher, they kept it movin'And little by little, the movement started showin' improvementWe're in it to win it, you can trace us from the beginnin'From graph on the wall to crazy legs on the floors spinnin'The doors were open, you're scopin' aqui yo tengo llabesY ya tu sabes, in spirit, we roll with Cezar ChavezWe gettin' higher than Cheech & Chong, summon the choirSing to our people, inspire them to light up the fireWe goin' for ours and reachin' for stars, hands upAnd if you ain't, hearin' the message, Latinos stand upChorus: Sick JackenLatinos stand upMorenos stand upAct like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands upMiraWe are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killersWe get it poppin' in the streets, so I know you feel usWe stand upMy people stand upAct like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands upBabyYou can catch us in the hood, dailyStackin' money, tryin' to make it out alive cause it's too crazy[Verse 2: Chino XL]I grew up listenin' to reconstruction Ray BarrettoPuerto Rican superhero now, bringin' holes through they ghettoYoungest situation was faced with incarcerationBut now I own more homes/holmes than an ese's conversationMy co-sign from B-Real and the Soul AssassinsHave me spazzin' passionate, accurate

for my fellow LatinsFeelin' like a god when I get in the boothI flow so natural like I dip my writin' pen inside, the blood is looseTourin' the world with Immortal TechniqueAll you can see is the sea of the caged minds we set freeThese hater's reign is over, callate la bocaGot so many bars, that's probably why my last name is BarbosaFunkdoobiest, Tony Touch, Tru Life, and Psycho RealmFat Joe, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, the undergroundCuban Linx, Big Pun, Markey D, Big LouPitbull, Peedi Crack, and any gente I forgotThe illest story teller since abuela beat meWith chancletas for standin' in front of the TV during novelasSpit king since sixteen, the only homeys on your teamIs them figures out of bubblegum machinesRepeat Chorus(Verse 3)[Thirstin Howl III]I'm from Brownsville, Brooklyn, with the PR flagWear my coat and my hat, usually, all matchWhether projects in prison, second hungThirstin Howl the third, with his weapon drumsGuapo guapo, hablo malo, when I'm walkin' with the bottleMatando, matando, unico trabajoStreet legend credit, edits correctedMy gun and my mic, both make records[Sinful]Que seria, hip hop sin El Pecador, vamos (Dale)Seria como Los Angeles y MexicanosUn malandrin a en la luz, que te deja la cruzEl unico Latino que grita (???) ven mas, there's lootPregunta por mi en las calles si hay alguna dudaRecoje la evidencia por aqui hay mucha basuraDirty Dodger, trampista sucioQue se pone la mascara de Santos pa robarte, por gusto[Frost]Quevole, loco, que onda, que pasaAqui para, Mister La-RazaTu sabes, Chevrolet ImpalasLa vida loca, East LA foreverLa raza, stand upMi gente, stand upAct like you got guantes on them, down to get 'em up, eseWe in the barrio, cruisin' in lowridersIn the calles of East Los, where you'll find usRepeat Chorus[Focus...]"Por el sueloHay como se riega (Por el suelo)Hay es de bonita (Por el suelo)Hay es verdecita (Por el suelo)Hay la verdolaga"