Smif-n-wessun - Spanish Harlem (feat. Hurricane G & Tony Touch) lyrics

Intro: Ah where's everybody up (Speaking Spanish) (Tony Touch) It's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca" Dalle juevo 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 manteco oh senso mia Cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida mida Ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas Chillin in the b-boy stance In my Adidas While senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias Rock steady by now you know the steelo Mi correo still gets down on the leelo Tahino indians welcome to my teepi Pop in the CD and let's get freaky (Speaking spanish) Boriquia, 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 capitain (speaking Spanish) (speaking Spanish) Undressin me, thinking about s**in me While I (?) (Steele) Blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo Who got hot making the peicos out in santo domingo El socio, used to go to the acopulco 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 ninos (?) 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) Blows down your mother f**king roof It be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya a**hole From first staff, up through parks from the heart They better stand though and my n***as up in spanish harlem Who don't give a f**k and my box stuck cutting up tribal Forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo Yeah one love to my fam in boriquia land My emanitos sparking up trees 112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens Smacking all rice and beans And you know my emanitas keep it real In timboso high hills All my pitycitas who ain't f**king around Sontaras holdin sh** down for the crown Tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i Keep the body all high No doubt If he CPR in the mother f**king 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 5 b**hulitos Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then kiss my a*s But your, 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 daycoro song papi Uh what yeah yeah Uh what uh