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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 [Chorus] 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 Letras de cancionesDon'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] From Letras Mania