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lirik lagu jon bay – yung pocho

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yung pocho

[verse 1]
they say i talk white but i act black cause i
talk proper and i f-ckin’ rap. and i
left my poncho for an urban jacket while my
iphone makes a f-ckin’ racket when i
blast music. black music
rhythm, blues, and hip-hop exclusives make a
vato jump higher than a fence over my
neighbors lawn or a f-cking border
buck and quarter when i make amends in this
bart ride – hermanos tend to be
b-mpin’ tigres while i b-mp tyga
can’t help to look at their attire
where their boaties at? where their fossil at? i see
mercury in their 10-gallon hats
that’s maybe why they beat their wives and
think that god’s gon’ spare their lives?
i’ve been here chillin’ with my
broken–ss fam and my broken–ss spanish
the former is expected but the latter’s outlandish
all because the men in my mother’s life, they weren’t man-ish
sorry, ma, i mexi-can’t be the
“latin lover” that you always wanted for me. i’ll
be a brown nerd like oscar wao but in this
wondrous life i’m a sacred cow
give it up, ma, i’m atypical
give it up, pa, i ain’t biblical
make your lent pivotal. maybe then we won’t have beef when i
talk about the shit i don’t like – chief keef
man, let’s stop this chatter
why we be talkin’ ‘bout shit that don’t matter? i’ll
let you be you if you let me be me and i
promise the pesos i make will agree

[hook]
cardigan-mexican
white noise from my brown skin
keep it lit as yung pocho
karen o-latino
you wouldn’t even know you’re chicano?
keep it lit as yung pocho

[verse 2]
i like taco bell at
2 am watchin’ rock the bells and my
chronic smells. thank my f-ckin’ weed card
half my cousins don’t got their green card
puffin’ it, p-ssin’ it on to yeezus
prayin’ for the day that i’mma cop the new yeezys
lookin’ fresh when i be bringin’ these slaps
or a motherf-cker might just snap
light-skinned pocho and he wearin’ a snapback
lighter-skinned friends all up in his snapchat
dark-skinned farm workers – they callin’ em’ wetbacks
they work so hard yet there’s so many setbacks
to sell raps or sell crack – run and tell that
institutionalized brown and black
fight back
putos want to squabble in mi barrio
tell ’em they can run it for the cardio
put ’em in gangs, call ’em thugs doin’ drugs
sureños aura’s so blue – might as well call ’em lucario
you can either be rico suave or
caesar chavez tryna make a new scenario
or you can be like the rest of my people and
pray the pain away – rosario
ave maria’s up in the hood like figure eights
slanted sideways – drive-by to skate. ya’ll on
thin ice. advice: don’t play nice. a vice cause your
dad’s dad hopped a fence – that’s for you white
education – the right education. the representation of a
nation filled with cholos and pochos galore
if you ask me, they’re one in the same
two different halves a whole

[hook]

[verse 3]
soy rebelde
life is trunchbull and i’m matilda
grab an “ñ”, knock off the tilde. put them
in piñatas for when they’re filled up
duvalín was the best and greatest
i liked how different each color tasted. never
was just brown, i liked all three like
red and blue and f-cking green
it always comes back to that, dunnit?
playing games on a game boy’s g-y? huh, d-ck?
you ain’t gonna say that to my face when i run this and i
win all of my battles and i’m gettin’ all these hunnids
have you never seen a brown man run this?
maybe you have, i hope he stole your job and won it
i love my people but i’m really not one’em
i’m a f-cking square – you can call me punnet
hipster triangle’s how i rep norte
being well-angled is my god d-mn forte
my idea of a quinceañera’s watching
ugly betty with america ferrera
i’d rather watch the english version
i believe in that more than a f-cking virgin. can’t
save me from my sins with holy water or detergent cause i
knew that in an early age i’d be divergent
i’d be out burnin’. i’d be no burden
i beez in the trap like a mexican merlin
while momma and poppa condemn my older sis
she’s in love with a woman – her girl’s their nemesis
they keep on rummagin’. catholic rum and gin goes
great when you swallow your pride with all your sins
maybe if they took a step back from the bible they’d
see that i have more verses than their idol


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