[Hook] Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate! Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate!
[Verse 1: Justin Porée] This for the B-boys in the place who be breaking rockin Ecko PNB, the nation now it's on ready set go Let it be said, dude with the dred is from the west coast Linoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestos Yeah, I'm 'bout the cleanest of the grimies Hold the mic and with the same hand do 1990's Peace to radio tron, don't stop, you know it's real Being normal like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmill And if you pose, you a faker Peace to rock steady and the LA City breakers Replace electro lights with a shot of super socco Nobody ever ticked like the homie poppin' taco Or my Uncle Pablo - Still pop on occasions This is dedicated to the blacks, whites and Asians And my Latinos, and my Bambinos Who refuse to be wack, spin on they back for a C-note
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[Verse 2: Justin Porée] Come on, throw ya hands in the air Come on people, keep 'em there Got a fam fresh crew and I'm now for mayor Cause it's more to this track than the kick and the snare We been all around the world trying to take you there So say yeah - Yeah, today's the day, ain't it? Let your soul soar free above this world tainted I dream a dream to some it seems faded Where it don't even matter what color your skin painted I windmilled in whales until I fainted Before the record sales prevailed we was related Like cousins and then the bling came In the meantime we still grind for street fame Like Chaka spray paint what I'm saying When I was a baby I wrote graffiti with a crayon My combos levitate like a séance See the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaos Come on
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[Break] Get your hands up (Get some) Put your feet down Get on the floor
World wide party people get ready Let the beat ride, time to rock steady Black, white, yellow, yellow, red to brown Let's rock the planet, everybody get downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
