Spanish Harlem Lyrics - Singles - Cocoa Brovaz

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 shit'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 pass 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 sexin 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 nigga clef too 

or the 650 blowing up the Grant's Tomb 

mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite 

like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white 

[Hurricane G] 

blows down your mother fucking roof 

it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya asshole 

from first staff, up through parks from the heart 

they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish harlem 

who don't give a fuck 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 fucking around 

sontaras holdin shit down for the crown 

tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i 

keep the body all high 

no doubt 

if he CPR in the mother fucking 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 bitches up like hoochie fritos 

for my 5 bitchulitos 

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 nigga 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 

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