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CAPONE lyrics : "Barrio Dope"

What's up ese
This is the notorious Capone
Back to clean up all that industry bull%#@!

Trying to $#&@ my name up dog
This is for you you $#&@ing rankers


$#&@ 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 !@%& calles like the police
I'm that cholo pelon, el mas chingon, pinche cabron with the corazon
Texas my home, don't $#&@ with this

In the water with the weighst around your feet and your wrists (*##$
You know what's up dog
I'm on top of the streets like the California smog

They get flattened $#&@ing 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 $#&@
I'm the gangster with no concious, I handle up

Like Timothy McVeigh, dog I blow %#@! up
What, gangster gangster gangster scrub
Capone got that Chicano gangster flow

$#&@ the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike
Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light


[Chorus]
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


[Chorus]

One two, one two, stomp the %#@! out of you

Tres cuatro, it's suicide $#&@ing 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 !@*^s
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 $$#asin, gangster action

Rearrange your face like Michael Jackson
Latino Jam be a big $$# gang
Full of Mexicanos with the barrio slang


[Chorus]

What you need home

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