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you doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A.. In San Diego..motherfucker you ain't able to fuck wit me you ain't nothing then a bitch you ain't never been

me what that Low Pro like, biatch [Royal T] Step into the hood like a motherfucking G It's the number one vato in your hood, Royal T President of Latin

deep when we bring the pain [Chorus] Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't

up your chronic sack of weed Blaze that shit up, eses keep that shit gangstered up Time to drink up [Royal T] LPG gang, fool you can't hang Royal came

his guards to fetch A chisel form the local store Whereupon he ordered them To cut the chains that Joseph wore Joseph got a royal pardon And

sparkin bazookas [A] Sharpen your tutors, cause we don't pardon the snoozers [N] Yo son I wouldn't change my life for nuttin [A] And that ain't like you

didn't like never shook a hand I didn't like Royal Prince of Wales or working Joe though I know life's one long rocky hike never met a man I didn't

Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner, And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner, Perhaps even the British Royal Family, And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy, And we can't

to go someplace somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on for all with the ruffneck song Even though they weren't born in the Carribean like me And others