Underground Connection (Delinquent Habits)

What up ? What up ? Ye Yea.. East Coast west Coast flavor in the muthafucking house Hurricane G and the muthafucking Delinquent habits And we ain't having it, so what nigga ? You wannga get bucked bring the rock Cuz' we don't give a muthafuck!!! What the fuck? I said What the fuck!? What the fuck!? What the muthafuck?!? Yeah Hurricane G, comin through with the Tres Delinquents Por mi gente, strapped with fuertes Blowin' the spot, making shit caliente Wreaking MCs like Tito Puentes Beating drums, flipping flows in different thongues Leaving all you muthafuckas sprung Without giving up the chocha My lyrics, is enough to make you loco, maricon! My shit is packed like chicharon Fuckin' MCs up like Ron Niggas, shakin' more ass than strippers! For all my bitches and niggas Im sellin' records, like thugs sellin' drugs It's gettin' mad love, cuz I bring the real Shit is tight, and a bad cream for my skin Muthafucka What? I don't give a fuck!! You can bring the rock we can get bucked what!? X 2 Muthafucka what? I don't give a fuck!! You can bring the rock, we can get bucked, what? I dont give a fuck, you can bring the rock We can get bucked! What? I turned down the base, start to kickin up the treble Put the music in my earphones, so I can check my level Tu no sabes que es la mierda comin out your speaka It's the Tres Delinquentes, Sen Dog y la Boricua I don't be braggin', That drama's for your mom But this collaboration right here, it's the bomb And when Ives's comes to party, starts to sway g Bomb styles, poppin' Improv and Pays me, Chingaso, when your cold hard and when I To clean your crap, leave your punk-ass retarded The one, to the two, to the three delinquentes Sen Dog, Hurricane G to your frente High as a kite, it's the capitan pinga loca With a fifth of bacardi and a brain full of mota Representin' all the cliqua from the southside And any fuckin' body who tha Brownpride Takin' back to the avenue me mocho pa' mi gente con la Hurricane G y los vatos delinquentes El cubano marijuano que te deja taranteado Been down since '83, DVX con mi hermano I know you didn't think I would stop makin' rollas I gots to entertain all the vatos and the cholas So take it to the neighborhood and spread it on the calle Que al perro negro, no le vale madre!! X2 The latin season thats the reason, homeboy For all the flavor thats on the table The blaxican once again, so just as quick and fable Im strangling mics, from el Lunes to Domingo Te chingo, te digo el gringo's got my back, the lingo bringo No mas o menos, simply stacks up the tracks So sip the Porque el ritmo pega duro like a kick to your sack Y si me miras en los ojos recojo puro respeto Y las palabras de mi boca empezaron en los cesos Asi lo ves homeboy, I putting it down thats con mi cliqua Hurricane, Sen Dog, Delinquents blowin' up your speaka Otra vez, ya lo ves, somos tres Bring the rock thats how it is... Cuz' I don't give a fuck! X2 ... Bitch!!! *This was made out of respect for the rappers in this song please feel free to correct any mistakes I made*