Emilio Rojas - Spic lyrics

[Hook] But you ain't nothing but a Spic, you ain't nothing but a Spic You ain't nothing but a Spic, but you ain't nothing 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 of the nada, one family a bedroom in that two bedroom apartment And you can say that we was struggling there but we ain't ever take no government checks They worked a few jobs, now I ain't judging, just saying stop the consumption Our mother would never ever accept the help of another We cramming in the back of that Nissan like a clown car Drumming on the steering wheel like defining your all star My mama skipping meals to feed us, she getting flaca And every Sunday morning, we cleaning and bumping salsa My people party till ocho en la mañana, a drink and two steps of Corona And la bachata and still they looking 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 morning in cla**, 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 crying and say he miss us but he ain't met with us once Why they look at our women like unintelligent s*uts? They raise, they cater to us, show affection and love Proud of my sister, there's not a lot that can f** 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 pa**ion, yeah but still they looking at us like we savage [Hook] [Verse Three: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, in the Heights, they recruiting 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 smashing platano, we wifing beautiful women, never the pajarros Older heads sit on the ave, slamming the dominoes El sabado, the baddest chicks all out, they looking thick They got they a**es and they tits all out And then that racist motherf**er screaming 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 reaching 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 nothing but a Spic