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It's a hot barrio night, |
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The smell of Budweiser, Cors and Olympia |
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Flowing through the air. |
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The sun setting, picking through the smile |
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It's beautiful holmes. |
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My old lady is in the back, |
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Cooking frijoles, and tortillas, |
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And leftover menudo from this morning. |
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She is cool holmes. |
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My stupid neighbour's perro |
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Took a cacas all over my front yard ese!! |
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Stupid perro, there's no big thing |
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I'm just kicking back with my home boys |
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My coronelis da manic Hispanic holmes. |
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Doin' a number ese, rolling some mota. |
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All of a sudden, |
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A 1963 lord lime green metal (flex?) Chevy Biscayne |
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Start's driving down my stream. |
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I don't know what to think, I have never seen that ride before. |
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It's scary holmes!! |
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All of a sudden this four vatos in the car, |
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Drive right up to my front yard holmes. |
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I start trippin' now holmes, |
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What's going on Ralphie, Hoakie, Chino? |
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It's scary no? Que no, ese!! |
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I'm thinkin' man, |
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Why does this have to happen now?, |
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I'm gettin' off the parole and everything holmes, |
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My uncle Bamby got me the job, and everything, you know? |
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All of a sudden this four vatos in the car, you know? |
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They look right at me and my three compadres, |
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And smile!! Trip out on that holmes! |
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I've heard about this things before, |
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It's a drive-by smile!! |
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So me and my compas retaliate right away, |
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Because we're not chickens, |
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And we smile back!! |
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I do believe that some day, |
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There was eight happy vatos in the barrio, |
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Just for a minute! |
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And I think to myself, orale holmes, |
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It makes me want to cry, |
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But I won't cry, |
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Because I'm brown and down. |
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But it makes you think, |
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Isn't it all bizarre? |
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Vaya con Dios! for now! |
