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What up, what up. Yeah, yeah. East coast, west coast, flava in the mothafuckin house.(Hurricane G)Hurricane G and the m*thaf*ckin Delinquent Habits And we ain't havin it (word)So what, ni***? You wanna get buck, bring the rockCause we don't give a m*thaf*ckWhat the fuck? I said what the fuck?What the fuck? What the m*thaf*ck?Yeah, yeahHurricane G comin through with the Tres DelinquesFor mi genteThis track with Fuentes (???)Blowin the spot makin shit calienteFreakin them seats like Tito Puentes beatin drumsFlippin, flowin in different tonguesLeavin all you mothaf*ckas sprung without givin up a chochoMy lyrics is enough to make you loco, maric*nMy shit is phat like chicharronF*ckin them seats up like RomeN****s shakin more a** than strippersFor all my b*tches and n****sI'm sellin records like thugs selling drugsGettin mad loveCause I bring it realShit is tight if, and I bang green for my skits (???)Letras de canciones(Chorus)M*thaf*cka what?I don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka, what?I don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buckWhatI don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buckWhat, what m*thaf*cka?I don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buck(Delinquent Habits)Aiight turn down the bass start to kickin up the treblePut the music in my earphones so I can check my levelsTu no sabes que es la mia venta my nachos clica (??)Es los Tres Delinquentes sin dog why la Boricua-da I don't be braggin, that drama's for your momBut this collaboration right here is da bombAnd when house comes the party starts to sway, GBrownstyles pumpin it, bumpin PMP daysMuy chicasoBring a cord on and when I snort itC*ke ought to clean your crock leave your punk a** retardedThe one to the two to the three delinquentesSing la Hurricane G to yo' frentesHigh as a kiteEs la capitan p*nga locaWith a fifth of Bacardi and a brain full of m*taRepresentin all the clica from the southsideAnd any f*ckin body who got brown prideTake us back to the avenue mi mocho pa' mi genteCon la Hurricane G why los vatos DelinquentesDe Cubano marijuano que te deja pa' ampiadoBeen down since '83, Divi es con mi hermanoI know you didn't think I would stop makin rolasI gots to entertain all the vatos and the cholasSo take it to the neighborhood and spread it on the calleQue es perro negro, no le vale madre(Chorus)M*thaf*cka what?I don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buck(Delinquent Habits)The Latin season that's the reason homeboyFor all the flava that's on the table The Blaxican once again suggesting quick and fabledI'm struggling mics from mi Lunes to DomingoTe chingoTe digo gringos' got my back the lingo brindoNo mas o menos, simply stacks affect tracksSo set the move backPorque ritmo pega duro like a kick to your sackWhy si me miras en los ojos recojo puro respeto Why las palabras de mi boca empezaron enlocesosAsi lo es homeboys, I'm puttin dantas con mi clicasHurricane sin dogs, Delinquents blowin out your speakersOtra ves, ya lo ves, somos tresBring the rock, that's how it is.Cause we don't give a fuck(Chorus)M*thaf*cka what?I don't give a fuckYou can bring the rock we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buckWhat, m*thaf*cka?Bring the rockI don't give a fuck we can get buckbitch! From Letras Mania