Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate!
Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate!
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 grimys
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
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's 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 s×™ance
See the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaos
Come on
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 down
