Capone - Barrio Dope lyrics

What's up ese This is the notorious Capone Back to clean up all that industry bullsh** Trying to f** my name up dog This is for you you f**ing rankers f** the intro, straight to the point The mero mero's back here to rock this joint Straight from the streets with the gangster beats Run the Goddamn calles like the police I'm that cholo pelon, el mas chingon, pinche cabron with the corazon Texas my home, don't f** with this In the water with the weighst around your feet and your wrists b**h You know what's up dog I'm on top of the streets like the California smog They get flattened f**ing with this Latin Dopest rapping, from Los to Manhatten I ain't bragging, just stating the truth I'm the baddest Mexicano in the sound booth I serve em all with this dope, my barrio dope All my enemigos choke from the shotgun smoke I'm that homey in the locs, the old school chucks I'm the vato that the supermodels pay to f** I'm the gangster with no concious, I handle up Like Timothy McVeigh, dog I blow sh** up What, gangster gangster gangster scrub Capone got that Chicano gangster flow f** the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light [Chorus] I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope Gangster rolas for cholos and cholas Gangster guns for levas and solcas Can't stand the haters and gangster fakers Latino Jam be some real regulators Fill the house like Shaquille and the Lakers Independant, having money like the majors Brown rhyme sayer, kilo gram weigher Master's degree, triple beam operator Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue God sent me here to diss you Take a nap, you vatos are wack You couldn't feel me if I was standing right on top of your back Two turntables and a microphone This ain't Beck, it's a vato putting rappers in check Here to collect the street respect Got my infared beam on your turtleneck, boy [Chorus] One two, one two, stomp the sh** out of you Tres cuatro, it's suicide f**ing with this vato Don't get caught up in something gacho You're just another amateur at Night At The Apollo I'm the professional, stay off my testicles Pay check, with a whole bunch of decimals Got your addiction, what's you fix I got dope on ca**ette and compact disc Calling out names on all you lames Can't touch my style holmes, I'm straigh c**aine Capone, remember the letters Disrespect and get shanked through your Polo sweater Latin a**asin, gangster action Rearrange your face like Michael Jackson Latino Jam be a big a** gang Full of Mexicanos with the barrio slang [Chorus] What you need homey