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letra de what time of season - poet tee

[verse 1: poet tee]
it’s my favorite time of season, you want to know the reason
the girl is at his knees and my brother teasing
full effect, rocking the microphone to the bone
steadily kicking the rhythm but this time, i’m not alone
mc a.l.t.’s along making a song kind of tighter
this jam is made custom for your low rider
so make sure you’re ready and you got an extra fuse in
case one blows while you’re thumping and (cruising)
word them up, thump it loud
a rock a latin crock cause i’m hispanic and proud
so let me see you paz sign, hold it in the air
show me that you care about your brothers everywherе
no matter where you’rе from, just worry about your destination
latinos, unidos, prepare to face the nation
i’m feeling good and thinking of a reason
cause it’s that time of season

play that beat back man

[verse 2: a.l.t. & poet tee]
mic check, one-two, one-two, the mic checker
hispanic causing panic is the funky azteca
you better stay back (stay back) way back
rewind the tape cause it’s funky on the playback
no, i ain’t joking, microphone smoking
and you’ll get burnt like the rich folks at oakland
bump, bump, bumping and let me tell you something
the jams on thump so i guess the records bumping
it’s bumping yes, it’s bumping, no doubt about that
some say i’m wrong still, just to song but still our pockets get fat
so if you under estimate the way that me and a.l.t. kick it
come to a show and yo, i’ll sell you a ticket
so everyone can you see as your head goes south
your foot comes north and you hold it your mouth
so now you’re looking stupid (stupid) i’m teasing
it’s time to take control cause it’s that time of season, season, season, season…
play that beat back man

[verse 3: a.l.t.]
finally the ladies come forth, i want to you ya’ll
gabriela, juana, rosa, maria
homes look at her, i want to get with that jack
nice round booty, not flat like a flat-jack
i better step back, why i said a wise crack
mexican women ain’t having none of that jack
i got my low rider outside
and i don’t just cruise, i glide
i got my pen at my pad, both the rhyme on the paper
made a few peeps selling tapes, that’s the keeper
what is an american, i thought you knew
i took trip on the solo tip, ’92
now i’m kicking like judo, but i thought you knew
me and poet-tee, and know we like to say q-vo
so to the president, it’s all about treason
why, cause it’s that time of season

play that beat back man

- poet tee

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