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Skunk Anansie F/ Lenny Kravitz - Chicanos Don't Dance lyrics
All up on the floor with my Ben Davis sagging
 Tossing up the barrio, you could say I'm bragging
 Pendleton and house shoes, you know I'm gang related
 Tattooes on my body for the homies that didn't make it
 Simon, I pack a fucking chrome
 For the juras and the levas that try to step wrong
 Slide to the hyna, breath full of alcohol
 Spitting game in their ear while they're leaning on the wall
 Mira mamacita, I'm glad to meet ya
 I love the way you're freaky when you're full of that tequila
 Tossing up the barrio on the dance floor
 Putting hickies on my neck while I toss up the set
 A Brown homegirl who's down
 Quick to get them up when it's time to clown
 So you better watch your mouth and respect the game
 Cuz Chicanos roll deep when we bring the pain
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 Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie
 Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie
 Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie
 Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie
 The jura wants to know if I'm gang related
 Fuck the PO, I'm still affiliated
 So pass the yesca and another glass of drink
 Don't play me like a fool unless you want to get shanked
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 Chicanos don't play, we'll leave your house a crime scene
 Chale, don't make me get the AK
 Dump you on the real and watch you float to TJ
 This ain't no fairy tale, that's right ese
 It's the Raza till I die, toss the barrio up high
 Tear drop up under my eye, don't make me show you why
 The vato talks shit, the vato has to die
 The big homies don't ask no questions
 Just call the shots, do in and start busting
 So you better watch your mouth and respect the game
 Cuz Chicanos roll deep when we bring the pain
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 Ain't no more liquor, you know what that means
 Slip on your sweatshirt and your big baggy jeans
 Hit the closest liquor store, now back to the barrio
 The party ain't over, we can boogie some more
 I see one of my homies shooting PCP up
 While the other's with some hottie getting hella greased up
 Sipping on tequila, throwing G's up
 While I'm macking a mamacita trying to get skeezed up
 Scemimg on a way to get her in my Chevrolet
 So I slipped a Mickey and a big fat J
 Told my homies orale, now it's time to play
 Hop in your 6-tray, meet me at the Holiday
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