B-Real - Latino's Stand Up lyrics

[Focus...] "Por el suelo Hay 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 Chino To spit the venom and start upliftin' Latino people We started back in the days of Mellow Man Ace and Frost For every Latin rapper, we're labelled the underdogs They open the doors and Cypress Hill, we came bustin' through it Platinum plaques on the wall, the first Latins to do it Joey Crack and the Punisher, they kept it movin' And little by little, the movement started showin' improvement We'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 llabes Y ya tu sabes, in spirit, we roll with Cezar Chavez We gettin' higher than Cheech & Chong, summon the choir Sing to our people, inspire them to light up the fire We goin' for ours and reachin' for stars, hands up And if you ain't, hearin' the message, Latinos stand up 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 k**ers We get it poppin' in the streets, so I know you feel us We stand up My people stand up Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up Baby You can catch us in the hood, daily Stackin' money, tryin' to make it out alive cause it's too crazy [Verse 2: Chino XL] I grew up listenin' to Rican/Struction Ray Barretto Puerto Rican superhero now, bringin' holes through they ghetto Youngest situation was faced with incarceration But now I own more homes/holmes than an ese's conversation My co-sign from B-Real and the Soul Assa**ins Have me spazzin' pa**ionate, accurate for my fellow Latins Feelin' like a god when I get in the booth I flow so natural like I dip my writin' pen inside, the blood is loose Tourin' the world with Immortal Technique All you can see is the sea of the caged minds we set free These hater's reign is over, callate la boca Got so many bars, that's probably why my last name is Barbosa Funkdoobiest, Tony Touch, Tru Life, and Psycho Realm Fat Joe, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, the underground Cuban Linx, Big Pun, Markey D, Big Lou Pitbull, Peedi Crack, and any gente I forgot The illest story teller since abuela beat me With chancletas for standin' in front of the T.V. during novelas Spit king since sixteen, the only homeys on your team Is them figures out of bubblegum machines Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) [Thirstin Howl III] I'm from Brownsville, Brooklyn, with the P.R. flag Where my coat and my hat, usually, all match Whether projects in prison, second hung Thirstin Howl the third, with his weapon drums Guapo guapo, hablo malo, when I'm walkin' with the bottle Matando, matando, unico trabajo Street legend credit, edits corrected My gun and my mic, both make records [Sinful] Que seria, hip hop sin El Pecador, vamos (Dale) Seria como Los Angeles y Mexicanos Un malandrin a en la luz, que te deja la cruz El unico Latino que grita L.A. ve mas de Snoop Pregunta por mi en las calles si hay alguna duda Recoje la evidencia por aqui hay mucha basura Dirty Dodger, trampista sucio Que se pone la mascara de Santos pa robarte, por gusto [Frost] Quevole, loco, que onda, que pasa Aqui para, Mister La-Raza Tu sabes, Chevrolet Impalas La vida loca, East L.A. forever La raza, stand up Mi gente, stand up Act like you got guantes on them, down to get 'em up, ese We in the barrio, cruisin' in lowriders In the calles of East Los, where you'll find us Repeat Chorus [Focus...] "Por el suelo Hay como se riega (Por el suelo) Hay es de bonita (Por el suelo) Hay es verdecita (Por el suelo) Hay la verdolaga"