Latino's Stand Up - Chino XL

Okay, we reloaded

Mira chico, it’s been a while for me and Chino

To spit the venom and start upliftin' Latino people

We started back in the days of Mellow Man Ace and Frost

For every Latin rapper, we’re labelled the underdogs

They open the doors and Cypress Hill, we came bustin' through it

Platinum plaques on the wall, the first Latins to do it

Joey Crack and the Punisher, they kept it movin'

And little by little, the movement started showin' improvement

We’re in it to win it, you can trace us from the beginnin'

From graph on the wall to crazy legs on the floors spinnin'

The doors were open, you’re scopin' aqui yo tengo llabes

Y ya tu sabes, in spirit, we roll with Cezar Chavez

We gettin' higher than Cheech & Chong, summon the choir

Sing to our people, inspire them to light up the fire

We goin' for ours and reachin' for stars, hands up

And if you ain’t, hearin' the message, Latinos stand up

Chorus: Sick Jacken

Latinos stand up, Morenos stand up

Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up

Mira

We are the ghetto music Latin lingo beat killers

We get it poppin' in the streets, so I know you feel us

We stand up

My people stand up

Act like you gettin' rob, then throw your hands up

Baby

You can catch us in the hood, daily

Stackin' money, tryin' to make it out alive cause it’s too crazy

I grew up listenin' to Rican/Struction Ray Barretto

Puerto Rican superhero now, bringin' holes through they ghetto

Youngest situation was faced with incarceration

But now I own more homes/holmes than an ese’s conversation

My co-sign from B-Real and the Soul Assassins

Have me spazzin' passionate, accurate for my fellow Latins

Feelin' like a god when I get in the booth

I flow so natural like I dip my writin' pen inside, the blood is loose

Tourin' the world with Immortal Technique

All you can see is the sea of the caged minds we set free

These hater’s reign is over, callate la boca

Got so many bars, that’s probably why my last name is Barbosa

Funkdoobiest, Tony Touch, Tru Life, and Psycho Realm

Fat Joe, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, the underground

Cuban Linx, Big Pun, Markey D, Big Lou

Pitbull, Peedi Crack, and any gente I forgot

The illest story teller since abuela beat me

With chancletas for standin' in front of the T.V. during novelas

Spit king since sixteen, the only homeys on your team

Is them figures out of bubblegum machines

Repeat Chorus

I’m from Brownsville, Brooklyn, with the P.R. flag

Where my coat and my hat, usually, all match

Whether projects in prison, second hung

Thirstin Howl the third, with his weapon drums

Guapo guapo, hablo malo, when I’m walkin' with the bottle

Matando, matando, unico trabajo

Street legend credit, edits corrected

My gun and my mic, both make records

Que seria, hip hop sin El Pecador, vamos (Dale)

Seria como Los Angeles y Mexicanos

Un malandrin a en la luz, que te deja la cruz

El unico Latino que grita L.A. ve mas de Snoop

Pregunta por mi en las calles si hay alguna duda

Recoje la evidencia por aqui hay mucha basura

Dirty Dodger, trampista sucio

Que se pone la mascara de Santos pa robarte, por gusto

Quevole, loco, que onda, que pasa

Aqui para, Mister La-Raza

Tu sabes, Chevrolet Impalas

La vida loca, East L.A. forever

La raza, stand up

Mi gente, stand up

Act like you got guantes on them, down to get 'em up, ese

We in the barrio, cruisin' in lowriders

In the calles of East Los, where you’ll find us

Repeat Chorus

«Por el suelo

Hay como se riega (Por el suelo)

Hay es de bonita (Por el suelo)

Hay es verdecita (Por el suelo)

Hay la verdolaga»