Spic - Emilio Rojas

But you ain’t nothin' but a Spic, you ain’t nothin' but a Spic

You ain’t nothin' but a Spic, but you ain’t nothin' but a Spic

There’s ten of us in that crib, we used to live with my mom and Tia Yolanda

Abuela and Tio Jose, oldest sister and father, even my two cousins

We made a lot out of nada, one family a bedroom in that two bedroom apartment

And you can say that we was strugglin' there but we ain’t ever take no

government checks

They worked a few jobs, now I ain’t judgin', just sayin' stop the assumptions

Our mother would never ever accept the help of another

We crammin' in the back of that Nissan like a clown car

Drummin' on the steering wheel like the Fania All Stars

My mama skippin' meals to feed us, she gettin' flaca

And every Sunday morning, we cleanin' and bumpin' salsa

My people party till ocho en la mañana, a drink and two steps of Corona

And la bachata and still they lookin' at us like we nada

They don’t want us as neighbors, they’d rather us clean they casa

Every mornin' in class, the pledge of allegiance

And teachers treat Latinos like all of us is illegals

My pops a cliché cause he left my mama with three kids

His next wife with two, dipped and ain’t been seen since

Abuelo called from Caracas where he was drunk

He cryin' and say he miss us but he ain’t met with us once

Why they look at our women like unintelligent sluts?

They raise, they cater to us, show affection and love

Proud of my sister, there’s not a lot that can fuck with her

A Venezuelan girl with a scholarship to Columbia

Jealous hoes said it’s to bring minority numbers up

Even though she ten times smarter than all them other smuts

Yeah, I’m loving Latinas, I swear those Summer nuts

They fall in love with you fast after you touch ‘em once

‘Cause we a culture full of passion, yeah

But still they lookin' at us like we savage

Yeah, in the Heights, they recruitin' for the Marines

We ain’t good enough for papers but we good enough to bleed

Make us turn on each other and some will join the police

But the hustlers do more for my street, they keep the peace, right?

El Malecon for the chicharron, a patacon

Maybe the mangu in the morning, they smashin' platano

We wifin' beautiful women, never the pajarros

Older heads sit on the ave, slammin' the dominoes

El sabado, the baddest chicks all out, they lookin' thick

They got they asses and they tits all out

And then that racist motherfucker screamin' Spic all loud

He be the one that’s in the club, dancing to Pitbull now

That’s why I get all proud when they be reachin'

If you wanna call me a Spic, then I’mma be it

Venezuelano, Dominicano and Puerto Rican

I’m proud of my people, I love y’all my Latinos

But you ain’t nothin' but a Spic