Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate!Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate!This for the B boys in the place who be breaking rockin eckoPnb, the nation now it's on ready set goLet it be said, dude with the dred is from the west coastLinoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestosYeah, I'm 'bout the cleanest of the grimysHold the mic and with the same hand do 1990'sPeace to radio tron, don't stop, you know it's realBeing normal like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmillAnd if you pose, you a fakerPeace to rock steady and the LA City breakersReplace electro lights with a shot of super soccoNobody ever ticked like the homie poppin' tacoOr my Uncle Pablo still pop on occasionsThis is dedicated to the blacks, whites and AsiansAnd my Latinos and my bambinosWho refuse to be wack, spin on they back for a C-noteCome on, throw ya hands in the airCome on people, keep 'em thereGot a fam fresh crew and I'm now for mayor'Cause it's more to this track than the kick and the snareWe been all around the world trying to take you thereSo say yeahYeah, today's the day, ain't it?Let your soul soar free above this world taintedI dream a dream to some it seems fadedWhere it don't even matter what color your skin's paintedI windmilled in whales until I faintedBefore the record sales prevailed we was relatedLike cousins and then the bling cameIn the meantime we still grind for street fameLike Chaka spray paint what I'm sayingWhen I was a baby I wrote graffiti with a crayonMy combos levitate like a s×™anceSee the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaosCome onGet your hands upGet somePut your feet downGet on the floorWorld wide party people get readyLet the beat ride, time to rock steadyBlack, white, yellow, yellow, red to brownLet's rock the planet, everybody get down
