Lyrics:
pie
Pa 'certe bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser coé, tigeraso
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana
Ay, Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna
overheard, pizza's free on thirty-third and third, third, third
(Don't you love me, baby?) The shape I'm takin'
At the Latin quarter, trouble funk is
the truth, non Phixion
150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill
My nigga
Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast
From across seas to cross queens
We
Ho
Back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin' La Di Da Di
Gaming the hoochies at the
Neighborhood block parties
I remember, breakdancing
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going
mamajuana
tabaco tabaco
you know?
Jimmy, "Copa Cabana," in Miami, Little Habana
Ahi.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por la mañana
the truth, non Phixion
150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill
My nigga
Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast
From across seas to cross queens
We
Flow
D-K-Libre
Clasiqueando
Jimmy, Copacabana,
Y en Miami, Pequeña Havana
Latin Quarters, La Gran Manzana
We're gonna party, hasta por la mañana
The name belts and Scott LaRock the Super Ho
Back in Latin Quarters, when Slick Rick was spittin', "La Di Da Di"
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood
ask
[Hook]
Fell asleep on the plane and so did he, woke up chilling in N.Y.C
Called up my posse when I got there, hit the Latin Quarter and Union
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
my song
Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?)
about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?)
At the Latin
Knights at Latin Quarters
Niggas tried to kill me
And I fed their wife and their daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds
Gave 'em cash pass the fame
I'm on my way down to Latin Quarter to find two
more freaks...
Kris: Word...
[Super Sperm]
Chorus: repeat 2X
Scott LaRock had em all
York City is too witty
I come from a era of OJ cars, Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't been to
You
The name belts and Scott LaRock the Super Ho
Back in Latin Quarters, when Slick Rick was spittin', "La Di Da Di"
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood
what happened to me with this girl
One night at Latin Quarters I was standin' at ease
I saw this gorgeous young lady that I wanted to skeez
I didn't
with Trevor there's a kid named John
Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free
Scoopin' all
and sound funny but I don't be carin'
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Heartthrob, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for
with Trevor there's a kid named John
Got real drunker than a skunk and happy as can be
We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free
Scoopin' all
and sound funny but I don't be carin'
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Heartthrob, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for
Manhattan if somethings happening at the Latin Quarter
House of havoc when it came to fourteen carat
And if you had it yeah kids'd try to grab it
It's cool
coats
We played the S&S rooftop Latin Quarter Polo popes
Who hung out wit all the apers and goats
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
You
the Latin Quarter stood!
A landmark marked in the cranium
but now I bring it back in front of packed stadiums
Picture painted with the goals and the good
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