Speak, wey
Speak, wey (Doo-doo-doo!)
Speak, way (Oh, I'm sorry)
Take me, wey
Speak, wey (It's time to cross )
Speak up, way (We're going to give you a little lesson on vocabulary)
Speak up, way
Speak up, way (We're going to have y'all speaking in here)
Speak up , who (Please believe it)
Orale, who
No manches, who
See or not, who
Orale, who (Vas a ir or not, who)< br/>Orale, way
Orale, way
All my Latinos in the club (I'm sorry)
West coast cholos, elbows up (I'm sorry)
My down south Mexicans sippin' syrup (I'm sorry)
Need the word, just hit me on the chur' (I'm sorry)
We're in the club, holdlin'
I'm sorry
Hey hey
Hey hey
Hey hey, shh
Hey hey
We're in the club, hollin'
Hey hey
Hey we're in the club, hollin'
For those that don't know how big Chingo Bling is livin'
I'm the young brown flashy version of Russell Simmons
On That 1800 Holes in Cuervo [? ] carbon
If you play the right corrido, set it off, at the party
They Can't Deport Us
That's the slogan, say it loud
Shop at the swamp meet
Not the mall, cause that's my style
When the soccer game is on
It's chicken flippin'
It's crazy, how we talk
Hear signs and a couple whistles
If I really wanna get my point across, I use my pistol
And I don't care what he says
Or she says
We like our music
{Slowed down here, screwed and chopped by the DJ}
You want to know the price, on the eye, just show Ay wey wey
If the boar passed you, Hi
Then you say, No jales, wey
Ay wey wey, what it do, que paso, that means what's up
It's in my style, pour a cup
Pop trunk, go post it up (Doo-doo-doo!)
Con nosotros, no te metes, que te dejan, shut up
Tenemos uno loco que te dejan, cut up
Diles el boracho que se calmen, shut up
Me, Pitbull, Chingo Bling get gutter
Show you how in the south, we get dirty
I can tell you wanna get it shorty
Watch your chicks, she's a little bit flirty
If not, pick her up at about 11: 30
Si esta buena, yo la de tu mano
Se lo mente, yo Mexicano
Quiere fumar su cigaro Cubano
Le gusta tequila, le encanta El Gusano
I like the way that sounds
I last all twelve rounds
Now, drop it, shake it up, clap it up
Make it bounce, bounce, bounce
Ay wey wey
I'm from the M-I, A
Ay, ay
Where our alphabet starts at A
And ends at K
K-K, B-A, D, y
Where they stretch coke like P.E.
Whatever we see
We get
We eat
We eat
This is that
Down by them dirty, where 'em birdies fly
South, in the drought, then them Cubans Bring 'Em Out
See, I love T.I., but I'd have to ask him what he know
About, boat loads
Llenito del coco
Maricons wanna act loco
Pop up
Hit 'em with
Numerous shot
From the Choppers
Just for them boys in the Chevys, wanna top 'em
Motherfuckers
I'm like a hurricane category six, mayne
No damage, no change, chico's still the shit, mayne

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