Mr. Walt - Spanish Harlem lyrics

Intro: Ahhh, ave María Purísima, coño Los hermanos Chocolate Directamente de la calle ¿Qué'eh lo tuyo muchacho? Si tú supiera', coño (whispering in spanish) [Tony Touch] It's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca" Dale huevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo Spanish Harlem all the way to san diego Make it happen You know, like movin yayo I set my product, that sh**'s far from the palace Mantequilla not manteca o sin semilla Cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mira mira Ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas Chillin in the b-boy stance In my Adidas While señoritas be screaming Buenos Dias 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 pa** it off to the rasta [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 s**in me Wanna matarme a mí? [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 A dios mios, just like el niños El corazón de el está frío Y puro coro 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) [Tek] I do this for my soldiers in the streets Who stand toast to toast with the cousin asleep Making illegal transactions World-wide connections Forced up a change like the name smif-n-wessun See me coming through and my n***a clef too Or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb Mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite Like a k**ing, over-dealing for the pearly white [Hurricane G] Blowin' down your mother f**ing roof It be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya a** From first staff, up through parks from the heart Representando! and my n***as up in spanish harlem Who don't give a f** 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 timboso high hills All my pitycitas who ain't f**ing around Santeras holdin sh** down for the crown Tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i Keep the barrio high No doubt If he CPR in the mother f**ing 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 b**hes up like hoochie fritos For my "papi chulitos" Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then kiss my culito But you, on thea real I wanna say one love and rest in peace To my n***a 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