Latin lightnin' Spinnin' a cyclone man alive and a kicking High heel machine gun rap arriba, faster, faster You'll be in a daze all night just watchin' Latin
interrupt? So such bust material cerebral I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank White gold, but no
So I took my time cause it was mine to take Now low and behold, I heard my tape just sold 1'000'001, son, now I'm draped in gold I took it there [VERSE
[VERSE I: Dr.Faustus] Forced to conform to the will of the oppressors This shiny gold you sought never really impressed us We the savage defend against
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it Linda Carter of the rap game With gold bangles on my wrists, latin
MUCH LOVE to my West coast homies But I dedicate this song to the place that's home to me Where Latin Kings used to rock black and gold rosary Always
droppin your horse Everything down my road is an obsticle course And one by one I see 'em go down and I'm sweatin to win Who's goin get the gold I see
got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up, Mil-latin the dog done grew up, is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin, my gunz speak rat-
time, when I touch back [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay Tee] Now if they ask about me, tell them, "Real cochino" I'm from the L.V.C., real Latino I'm
All you gotta do is, be true to who you is I'm original and God is my influence Hip-hop, be bop, jazz, rock music Palladium and Roof Top, Latin Quarters
(feat. Latino) [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, my homey's in the next seat It's the Royal, rims clean with the top back
row And I'd rather chill with her than kill you with a rhyme that I wrote Count how many mics that I smoke minus the gold Bust dope, my battlin' average
and seven seas Streets is Lebanese Be rockin Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold and get
way through, what's up with you? My cup runneth over, here's a drop or two Rob is a roller, a writer, a schooler And when it comes to gold then I'm a
stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence Creates paranoias inside of your mind when you rhyme The term Chino's Latin
that white gold,plain gold, got old Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues Step out the car, sharp as a fucking auto too Got tall girls, into small girls Latin
That's all that I know, And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed, No dose no sleep cause these fools from the street, Vice Lords Latin
shockin, plottin to splash in class Girls said I looked like Lakim Shabazz My homegirl Roxy was Manhattan's daughter So slick she bought a bag of chips with a +Latin
