Lyrics of 'Spanish Harlem' by 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"
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 shit's far from the palace
mantequilla not mantec oh sin semilla
cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mira mira
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 capitan
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
undressin me, thinking about sexin me
while el jefe wanna matarme a mi (?)

[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 el coraz髇 de é-˜
estfréŸ" y por o 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 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 (
representando )
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 hermanitos poppin' up trees
112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens
smacking all rice and beans
and you know my hermanitas keep it real
in timboso high hills
all my pitycitas who ain't fucking around
santeras 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
cuchifritos
for my papichulitos
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 de coraz髇 papi
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