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straight up loco - funky aztecs lyrics

“que onda mi gente
this is the funky aztecs
coming at you with straight up enlightenment”

[verse 1:]
straight up loco
that’s what the government calls me
and uhm, (no one can get me..)
so they wanna disarm me
(pero?) pero no pueden
cause i’m under the underground
i do what i got to since they constantly put me down
capital hill just likes to see me sweat
use me, abuse me, then save my back’s wet
this ego is the workiest in society
i’m tryna waken up in this motherf*ckin’ varrio
so since they put up a fence
and formed the i.n.s
now i’m an alien in the eyes of the congress
but how was that? if you weren’t here first
it was la raza, mi raza! who gave the lower states birth
yo, i know bro
but most don’t know, so
the 4*1*1 is a good one for info
so let’s go to the show of the alamo
his story doesn’t mention santa ana our hero
nor does he recognize what i’ve done
what i’ve built, what i’ve wrote, and the things i’ve overcome
forget what they say
i’m loco
straight loco

[verse 2:]
they caught me applying for amnesty
(who?) me!
label me, number me in a system of minorities
(but you crossed the border)
yo, you wanna know reality
a gringo invented it, it was the border who crossed me
so here i stand a young heart brown man
i’m 19 and homeless in my homeland
chicano’s mi hermanos so i’m back by the brown berets
(so militant that they’re f*ckin’ up the government!)
plans to go ahead
go get the green, no soul the white and red
(you know what i mean?)
(fight the power!)
that’s for us too
they call us animals so they keep us in the ghetto zoo
they like my track
they get mad cause they never had
they wish they did but i’m not the type to kid
i pump my fist for the hard times we had
(viva la raza!)
but they just laugh
i see’em point and label me
a second class citizen
who lacks education, food and medicine
but that’s okay ’cause i’ma strive to get mine
unidos somos la diferencia
it’s time, it’s time, it’s time…
but they say i’m loco
straight loco

i ain’t crossed over jack!
(?) we came back!

[verse 3:]
me llaman loco
they insisted to call me
by who my brother?
by the so*called authority
living in the land of opportunity
a minority stuck in the society
that really doesn’t give a d*mn
f*ck you!
you ain’t my uncle, sam
mi hermano, mi hermana or any kind of family
living in el barrio is my harsh reality
they want to keep us poor and weak
powerless, without authority to speak
so together we unite to fight, man
let’s get it together
let’s take back the homeland
sick and tired of (?)
straight militant, so i put my fist to you
so vengamos hermanos
armados con palos
y decirle al gringo que estamos cansados
either give us what we need
to the solution
or witness the madness of a latin revolution
but they say we’re locos
we’re the red, white, and green
you know what i mean?

órale, that was the funky, funky*ass tip
ha, ha, ha, ha
i’m brown!
yo, i know, bro
ha, ha, ha, ha

- funky aztecs lyrics

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