Street Signs

Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate!

Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate!

This for the B boys in the place who be breaking rockin ecko

Pnb, the nation now it's on ready set go

Let it be said, dude with the dred is from the west coast

Linoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestos

Yeah, I'm 'bout the cleanest of the grimys

Hold the mic and with the same hand do 1990's

Peace to radio tron, don't stop, you know it's real

Being normal like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmill

And if you pose, you a faker

Peace to rock steady and the LA City breakers

Replace electro lights with a shot of super socco

Nobody ever ticked like the homie poppin' taco

Or my Uncle Pablo still pop on occasions

This is dedicated to the blacks, whites and Asians

And my Latinos and my bambinos

Who refuse to be wack, spin on they back for a C-note

Come on, throw ya hands in the air

Come on people, keep 'em there

Got a fam fresh crew and I'm now for mayor

'Cause it's more to this track than the kick and the snare

We been all around the world trying to take you there

So say yeah

Yeah, today's the day, ain't it?

Let your soul soar free above this world tainted

I dream a dream to some it seems faded

Where it don't even matter what color your skin's painted

I windmilled in whales until I fainted

Before the record sales prevailed we was related

Like cousins and then the bling came

In the meantime we still grind for street fame

Like Chaka spray paint what I'm saying

When I was a baby I wrote graffiti with a crayon

My combos levitate like a s×™ance

See the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaos

Come on

Get your hands up

Get some

Put your feet down

Get on the floor

World wide party people get ready

Let the beat ride, time to rock steady

Black, white, yellow, yellow, red to brown

Let's rock the planet, everybody get down