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Tony Touch - Return of the Diaz Bros.
Written by：Tony Touch
It's you it's you
If you wanna know
Wanna know
A little story about the two
Well let me tell you we're the diaz brothers b*tch
And we doin' this just for you yo yo
Said we doin' this just for you
What
Said we doin' it
Yeah we doin' it
Well it's the rap tito fuente mirame de frente
Represent my people 'ju know mi gente
Yeah everyday all day para siempre
Diaz brothers stay caliente
Hot to death when me and wop rock the set
BK to bx straight lockin' it
Yeah
All y'all other dj's be poppin' sh*t
But when we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all that hypocrisy
On the real y'all need to stop jockin' we
Like krsone here's my philosophy
Settin' it off with my monopoly
If it ain't over it's about to be
And it d*mn sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me
Sangalo toca cantalo
Criminal tremendo escandalo what
On some prodigy sh*t chain drop to my d*ck
No chokers exotic sh*t swingin' like sosa
At the copa with tone toca opposite of sob ah
Lots of henny lo and coca cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre eight blowers
Heavyweight holders got every state sewed up
Ni**az broke nah pockets al roker
Budget like trinidad and de la hoya
September 18th mixtape kingz walk up in the ring
Grey minks turntables hangin' on links
Poli' with chinks the main attraction wally's dyed pink
Shirt matchin' thug fashion thug passion
Compliments of don king it's a don thing
F**k a drink still schemein' on that charm king
Chill son put away the toast make a toast
To the hated most puerto rican rae' and ghost
Wop and tone never leavin' the hoes alone
And all the hoes never leavin' us alone
And wop and tone never leavin' the chrome at home
In case we gotta put four up in your dome
Okay
It's the return of the jedi
Now tell me who the hell said I
Couldn't bring it to any boriqua tierras
From la back to ny on the red eye
Toca holdin' it down on the mi
The mo
Used to be listen to my demo
All dem vogue now with no problemo
Before I do a show have my dinero
I'm talkin' to all you pendejos
Yo yo yo
My rhymes get spit like a gajo
My nines get the clips with the hollows
Five carat chips in my movado
Doo wop spic half cubano
Who copped six and used to have the milano
Who got your main chain vicked at the apollo
Where eric b and rakim would follow the leader
Many nights got my d*ck swallowed at the fever
By any white black or pediqua Maria chiniqua
Had 'em all player f**ked 'em and played 'em
You loved 'em and date 'em
Gave 'em an ultimatum
Talk about that kid wop I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma blaze him
Brother you're soft