ROYAL T

ROYAL T - Chicanos Don't Dance lyrics

All up on the floor with my Ben Davis sagging

Tossing up the barrio, you could say I'm bragging

Pendleton and house shoes, you know I'm gang related

Tattooes on my body for the homies that didn't make it

Simon, I pack a fucking chrome

For the juras and the levas that try to step wrong

Slide to the hyna, breath full of alcohol

Spitting game in their ear while they're leaning on the wall

Mira mamacita, I'm glad to meet ya

I love the way you're freaky when you're full of that tequila

Tossing up the barrio on the dance floor

Putting hickies on my neck while I toss up the set

A Brown homegirl who's down

Quick to get them up when it's time to clown

So you better watch your mouth and respect the game

Cuz Chicanos roll deep when we bring the pain

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Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie

Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie

Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie

Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie

The jura wants to know if I'm gang related

Fuck the PO, I'm still affiliated

So pass the yesca and another glass of drink

Don't play me like a fool unless you want to get shanked

From Texas to LA, we be deep like the marines

Chicanos don't play, we'll leave your house a crime scene

Chale, don't make me get the AK

Dump you on the real and watch you float to TJ

This ain't no fairy tale, that's right ese

It's the Raza till I die, toss the barrio up high

Tear drop up under my eye, don't make me show you why

The vato talks shit, the vato has to die

The big homies don't ask no questions

Just call the shots, do in and start busting

So you better watch your mouth and respect the game

Cuz Chicanos roll deep when we bring the pain

[Chorus]

Ain't no more liquor, you know what that means

Slip on your sweatshirt and your big baggy jeans

Hit the closest liquor store, now back to the barrio

The party ain't over, we can boogie some more

I see one of my homies shooting PCP up

While the other's with some hottie getting hella greased up

Sipping on tequila, throwing G's up

While I'm macking a mamacita trying to get skeezed up

Scemimg on a way to get her in my Chevrolet

So I slipped a Mickey and a big fat J

Told my homies orale, now it's time to play

Hop in your 6-tray, meet me at the Holiday

[Chorus]

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