Rich Boy - Get To Poppin' (Latinos Stand Up Remix) lyrics

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El Pecador (Yeah)

Pitbull (Yo, come on)

Yeah

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

Be afraid

Be very afraid

Chino rippin' over this remix that Timbaland made (What)

XL, Pitbull, Sinful, wildin'

All y'all hear is POP, like the Black Eyed Peas album

I'm 'bout to run rap soon

By bringin'

Drama like 50 and Game is in the same room

In My Hood

Police see yo, we no hablamo

We push so much white

They call us albinos

My street advantage is (What is it?)

I got more guns

Than the Puerto Rican Day parade got baby carriages

Street savages, you can't stop or hold me

Nothin' gets by me in the game like a soccer goalie

I gotta lay behind me, fold more paper than origami

Chino keep the finest mamis, tryin' to get pregnant by me

When grippin' the mini-shotty, I'm finishin' anybody

The minister tried to stop me, now Jay-Z is tryin' to sign me

Tu sabes

As a kid was past rude

Rob McDonalds with the quickness

That's why they call it fast food (Ha!)

Bad news

Chino not keeping 'em poppers

Like Mexican gangsters, removin' they tattoos

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

Porque haste ahora, se soprenden y otros se ofenden

Porque haste ahora, me cienten si he estado aqui por siempre

Atrapado en una calle con ciego y inconciente

Ahora, los sonadores platica fue por suerte

Doze anos en el juego y no es suficiente

Por favor, miren, mocosos, ya mejor, despierten

Yo se que me encanta el ambiente sigo indigente

En el mismo lugar, de siempre, con la misma gente

Puedes trayer tu arsenal, pero no te combiene

Un corazon artificial, como se defienden

Tu vieja te detiene, se te pone por enfrente

Y tu no sales, tu te escondes como una serpiente

Es como mesclar tequila con un baso de leche

Una movida falsa y tu systema no sostiene

Y por aqui sigue tronando esas cosas calientes

Conosco a franco tiradores que no usan lentes

Now when them boys get to poppin', you'll get, get, down

When them choppers spit

Spit

Sp-spit, spit, rounds

Round of town, upstate, so shake

So shake it down

Get them boys, get them thangs, but break

But break 'em down

From the bottom of the panhandle, where birds get manhandled

From the pot

To the block

Where they hand-to-hand you

Cook that white with Sprite, that's if we wanna scam you

Pitbull, Rich Boy, we got plans too

Don't pull out

Unless, of course, you spit boy

Squeeze out

To the bottom of that clip, boy

Just to reassure your ass got hit, boy

Make thirty-six shows to a 360, that's a flip, boy

It's a bird

It's a plane, no, that's a brick, boy

I got a lick, grab them thangs, let's get Rich, Boy

Pitbull chillin'

Rich Boy chillin'

What more can I say, let's get millions

Now when them boys get to poppin'

Get, get, down

Get, get, get-get, get down

Get, get, get-get, get

Get, get, get-get

Too crazy... (Too crazy...)