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ivana mena - barrio nights lyrics

verse 1

man i came up on the east side
el barrio, we blowing smoke while we g ride
dominicana so i flow uptown, washington heights dimelo, tato ,you know
and where we from n-body sleeps no, we hustle hard to sn-tch it from you, you won’t eat no
not if the shooters around
keep your eyes sharp and an ear to the ground
and you’ll never see us coming
your eyes fixed on our swag so hard you miss it when we strum in
fall through, squaded like the mob do
that’s why you hate it when you’re girl’s with our crew
and babygirl i peeped you
watching me intent to scheme off all that we do
but there ain’t nothing i can teach you
theres gotta be a sauce within that you can freak to
see i was born in it, sworn in it, aunt maybeline can’t paint your mug to last you 4 minutes
and watch your mouth come correct, i keep my hittas repping from the east to the west
your boots too cooked to step up
think you could hold your weight well boy poke your chest up
nah, stay over there…we got miles left to spare, we got no room to fail

-snippet from harlem nights-

verse 2

don’t misunderstand, my momma taught me bout cliqulot and france
she taught me bout things like how to withstand
how to politely say “boy kiss my -ss”
i’m from an island left with little oats
moved to an island where we go for broke
merengue music keeps the tourist woke
but joke’s on you cause we here to invoke….
man i told you where i’m from tho, ain’t got no time to remind you just why we’re so dope
bring your cousins to town apparently we got it no tias around
no coquitos on the corner
botanica keeps calling us to say they’re more broke
put your prayers in town, you gotta put em all the way all around yemaya, ven aca
dame una limpieza aunque sea por de tras
necesito que me traigas uno mas
y (el) la sol y la luna por demas
dame lo que puedes a (que) decir
dime lo que tienes que decir
?ay un diosito que me puede abrir, una puerta para yo salir, salir?

east harlem, you raised me
from your broke down halls to your pristine streets
langston hughes to maya angelou, zora neal hurston to t-to puente blues
something’s different now, ma you changed up
i see wingtips now, no more timbs cuffed
buildings higher, no more hood supplier
gentrify my whole hood, i won’t be the buyer

- ivana mena lyrics

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