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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

pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies

your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies

love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only only

-out. Well, they weren't, they were bullshit and they had no balls, you know, they weren't funky, they weren't, uh, tasteful, they weren't nothin'. They

is boxin Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth Cause we don't wear capes in