Barrio Dope

Capone

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    What's up ese
    This is the notorious Capone
    Back to clean up all that industry bullshit
    Trying to fuck my name up dog
    This is for you you fucking rankers

    Fuck the intro, straight to the point
    The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
    Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
    Run the Goddamn calles like the police
    I'm that cholo pelon, el mas chingon, pinche cabron with the corazon
    Texas my home, don't fuck with this
    In the water with the weighst around your feet and your wrists bitch
    You know what's up dog
    I'm on top of the streets like the California smog
    They get flattened fucking with this Latin
    Dopest rapping, from Los to Manhatten
    I ain't bragging, just stating the truth
    I'm the baddest Mexicano in the sound booth
    I serve em all with this dope, my barrio dope
    All my enemigos choke from the shotgun smoke
    I'm that homey in the locs, the old school chucks
    I'm the vato that the supermodels pay to fuck
    I'm the gangster with no concious, I handle up
    Like Timothy McVeigh, dog I blow shit up
    What, gangster gangster gangster scrub
    Capone got that Chicano gangster flow
    Fuck the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike
    Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light

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    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope
    I got your barrio dope, got your barrio dope

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    Gangster rolas for cholos and cholas
    Gangster guns for levas and solcas
    Can't stand the haters and gangster fakers
    Latino Jam be some real regulators
    Fill the house like Shaquille and the Lakers
    Independant, having money like the majors
    Brown rhyme sayer, kilo gram weigher
    Master's degree, triple beam operator
    Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
    God sent me here to diss you
    Take a nap, you vatos are wack
    You couldn't feel me if I was standing right on top of your back
    Two turntables and a microphone
    This ain't Beck, it's a vato putting rappers in check
    Here to collect the street respect
    Got my infared beam on your turtleneck, boy

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    One two, one two, stomp the shit out of you
    Tres cuatro, it's suicide fucking with this vato
    Don't get caught up in something gacho
    You're just another amateur at Night At The Apollo
    I'm the professional, stay off my testicles
    Pay check, with a whole bunch of decimals
    Got your addiction, what's you fix
    I got dope on cassette and compact disc
    Calling out names on all you lames
    Can't touch my style holmes, I'm straigh cocaine
    Capone, remember the letters
    Disrespect and get shanked through your Polo sweater
    Latin assasin, gangster action
    Rearrange your face like Michael Jackson
    Latino Jam be a big ass gang
    Full of Mexicanos with the barrio slang

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    Composición: Capone y Sammy Huen

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