[Sick Jacken:] Ghetto Music, baby
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[Chino XL:] King Tech, you're a beast
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[Sick Jacken:] Chino XL
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[Chino XL:] Yo
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[Sick Jacken:]
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El Pecador (Yeah)
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Pitbull (Yo, come on)
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Yeah
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[Pre-Verse: Sick Jacken]
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Latinos stand up
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Morenos stand up
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Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up
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Mira
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We are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killers
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We get it poppin' in the streets, so I know you feel us
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[Verse 1: Chino XL]
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Be afraid
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Be very afraid
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Chino rippin' over this remix that Timbaland made (What)
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XL, Pitbull, Sinful, wildin'
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All y'all hear is POP, like the Black Eyed Peas album
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I'm 'bout to run rap soon
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By bringin'
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Drama like 50 and Game is in the same room
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In My Hood
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Police see yo, we no hablamo
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We push so much white
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They call us albinos
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My street advantage is (What is it?)
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I got more guns
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Than the Puerto Rican Day parade got baby carriages
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Street savages, you can't stop or hold me
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Nothin' gets by me in the game like a soccer goalie
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I gotta lay behind me, fold more paper than origami
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Chino keep the finest mamis, tryin' to get pregnant by me
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When grippin' the mini-shotty, I'm finishin' anybody
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The minister tried to stop me, now Jay-Z is tryin' to sign me
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Tu sabes
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As a kid was past rude
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Rob McDonalds with the quickness
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That's why they call it fast food (Ha!)
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Bad news
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Chino not keeping 'em poppers
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Like Mexican gangsters, removin' they tattoos
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[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
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Latinos stand up
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Morenos stand up
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Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up
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Mira
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We are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killers
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We get it poppin' in the streets, so I know you feel us
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We stand up
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My people stand up
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Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up
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Baby
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You can catch us in the hood, daily
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Stackin' money, tryin' to make it out alive cause it's too crazy
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[Verse 2: Sinful]
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Porque haste ahora, se soprenden y otros se ofenden
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Porque haste ahora, me cienten si he estado aqui por siempre
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Atrapado en una calle con ciego y inconciente
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Ahora, los sonadores platica fue por suerte
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Doze anos en el juego y no es suficiente
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Por favor, miren, mocosos, ya mejor, despierten
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Yo se que me encanta el ambiente sigo indigente
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En el mismo lugar, de siempre, con la misma gente
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Puedes trayer tu arsenal, pero no te combiene
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Un corazon artificial, como se defienden
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Tu vieja te detiene, se te pone por enfrente
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Y tu no sales, tu te escondes como una serpiente
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Es como mesclar tequila con un baso de leche
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Una movida falsa y tu systema no sostiene
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Y por aqui sigue tronando esas cosas calientes
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Conosco a franco tiradores que no usan lentes
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: Pitbull]
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Now when them boys get to poppin', you'll get, get, down
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When them choppers spit
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Spit
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Sp-spit, spit, rounds
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Round of town, upstate, so shake
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So shake it down
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Get them boys, get them thangs, but break
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But break 'em down
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From the bottom of the panhandle, where birds get manhandled
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From the pot
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To the block
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Where they hand-to-hand you
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Cook that white with Sprite, that's if we wanna scam you
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Pitbull, Rich Boy, we got plans too
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Don't pull out
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Unless, of course, you spit boy
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Squeeze out
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To the bottom of that clip, boy
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Just to reassure your ass got hit, boy
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Make thirty-six shows to a 360, that's a flip, boy
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It's a bird
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It's a plane, no, that's a brick, boy
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I got a lick, grab them thangs, let's get Rich, Boy
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Pitbull chillin'
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Rich Boy chillin'
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What more can I say, let's get millions
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[Hook: Rich Boy]
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Now when them boys get to poppin'
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Get, get, down
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Get, get, get-get, get down
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Get, get, get-get, get
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Get, get, get-get
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[Chorus]
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[Sick Jacken:]
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Too crazy... (Too crazy...)
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Get To Poppin' (Latinos Stand Up Remix)
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Rich Boy |