Barrio Dope

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

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

[Chorus]

What you need home