Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spanish Harlem, artist - Cocoa Brovaz. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spanish Harlem |
| it’s Tony Toca, the one that’s got you screamin Esta loca |
| dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo my Eggo |
| spanish Harlem all the way to san diego |
| make it happen |
| you know, like movin yayo |
| i set my product, that shit’s far from the palace |
| mantequilla not manteco oh senso mia |
| cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida mida |
| ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas |
| chillin in the b-boy stance |
| in my Adidas |
| while senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias |
| rock steady by now you know the steelo |
| mi correo still gets down on the leelo |
| tahino indians welcome to my teepi |
| pop in the CD and let’s get freaky |
| (Speaking spanish) |
| boriquia, about to pass it off to the rasta |
| It’s the el generalno |
| tell your baqua where’s the hydro |
| if the chocolito make my eyes low |
| BC a tomb bab with me and my man |
| trying to double our ends with the el capitain |
| (speaking Spanish) |
| (speaking Spanish) |
| undressin me, thinking about sexin me while I (?) |
| blazing, kicking lingo with this bingo |
| who got hot making the peicos out in santo domingo |
| el socio, used to go to the acopulco |
| every weekend tricking on chulas, he was beatin |
| but on the streets of harlem around the grand concourse |
| he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to boss |
| a dios mios, just like el ninos (?) |
| Chorus: |
| harlem got the pace in it (boogie, boogie got the cake in it) |
| crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it) |
| i do this for my soldiers in the streets |
| who stand toast to toast with the cousin asleep |
| making illegal transactions |
| world-wide connections |
| forced up a change like the name smif-n-wessun |
| see me coming through and my nigga clef too |
| or the 650 blowing up the Grant’s Tomb |
| mobb beats to protect slaying your street bite |
| like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white |
| blows down your mother fucking roof |
| it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya asshole |
| from first staff, up through parks from the heart |
| they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish harlem |
| who don’t give a fuck and my box stuck cutting up tribal |
| forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo yeah one love to my fam in boriquia land |
| my emanitos sparking up trees |
| 112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican queens |
| smacking all rice and beans |
| and you know my emanitas keep it real |
| in timboso high hills |
| all my pitycitas who ain’t fucking around |
| sontaras holdin shit down for the crown |
| tony touch, cocoa brovaz and i keep the body all high |
| no doubt |
| if he CPR in the mother fucking house |
| i’m talking about crazy puerto ricans |
| who beefing |
| a few heads is busted because I see them leaking |
| freaking, because I be frying bitches up like hoochie fritos |
| for my 5 bitchulitos |
| Yo, yeah word up and if you can’t get wit it then kiss my a*s |
| but your, on thea real I wanna say one love and rest in peace |
| to my nigga Bridge from 112 |
| big up Johnson Projects |
| jefferson in the house |
| an the whole spanish harlem |
| word up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane g peace daycoro song papi |
| uh what yeah yeah |
| uh what uh |