Taste Nate:

Doors open on stolie 4 seater
2 stowaways in back black bearded
Every day he keep the backpack near him
In case he gotta pull a grand daddy snack that’s steering
Electra lanes like armin van buuren
Karmann ghia till the benz spend puritans
Discontent with the church fake idolatry
So he’s altered state like New Yawk New Jawsey
Bayarican art occupy your Twat street
Spike Lee ann rhymes trying to pork you pine my cock meat
Bend it over so I can evacuate my offspring
Vagina Concierge suicide girl door keep
Vanilla greese monkeys course my voice is thirsty
Drank some sailor jerrys grew a terrible bigote
Adams apple fa la lala lo from the soul tree
Fuck the track raw dog with turkey bacon in the morning
Im Bayrican I pastellla on my christmases
Im Bayrican Sheila E my life is Glamorous
Im Bayrican so they handcuff secrets brides
And I still catch her looking at me with the wandering eyes

Ray Rosario:

Don’t fall in Love With a Puerto Rican
You’ll Be freaking all weekend (girl)
if you really up on my level
(Say) Boricua Morena
Mami if you Love with this Puerto Rican
You’ll be fiending then you’ll leave him
You never thought that you could better
(till) Boricua Morena


I'm comin' from the land of Filipinas
I be in the Flats with the field rats or I'm in San Frankorea
Got love for my folkers from El Salvador
When you do it the Bay way, its like you trippin' around the world
I even fucks with the whiteboys in Cow Town
They slap my shit harder than Garth Brooks with my foul mouth
spittin' Mac Dre lingo witha Hieroglyph tongue twist
and vice versa
Plus I might smooth Eddie Murph ya
as I immerse ya, in my world of rap beats and native tongues
Let freedom ring, by where the turn tables spun your favorite song
See the sunlight shine upon ya eyelids
and let me bust one time for your mind like Stop the Violence
And all my chicas be righteous and fine as all fuck
You touch a brother deep, if I could, I'd wife 'em all up
Cuz I love a good woman, but really I'm a hard case
I contemplate my true origins as I star gaze
I'm Bayarican, See they don't make them like me though
I'm Bayarican, indigenous to the hyphy soil
I'm Bayarican, Serve me up with gandules
I run with goons prone to indulge and act foolish, You knew this