Turn The Music Up

[Intro]

De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa

Yeah, Latinos (De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa)

I can go all around the world

But there’s no place like where you come from

C’mon, yeah

Mic check, one, two, baby!

[Verse 1]

Fresh off the blizzy, new Adidas track suit

White, green, and red stripes

I might get a tattoo

I’m so Mexico, no pavement

Dirt roads I walked those and I finally made it

This is for my grandfather who came

Without a penny now I’m rappin ‘bout my shoe game?

Let me check myself, everybody need that

Grandma listen to my records but she doesn’t speak that

I’ve seen poverty, I know how it feels

To change the life of a kid with some big wheels

Just like Santa Claus, in Jalisco

Givin presents to these kids, no tree though

I do it for my roots (Yes!), and I ain’t talkin' hair

Can’t drive into the USA so we walkin' there

I love my heritage, I’m so irreverent

New Vicente Fernandez I’m blarin' it

Estephan Lopez, George and Jennifer

I’m so focused

I speak it fluently, I might rap in it

Until then, ha

It’s a wrap in it

[Chorus]

Owww, yeah

It just feels good

Turn that music up

It just feels good

Turn the music up, baby

It just feels good

Así, así

C’mon, c'mon

Hahaha

[Verse 2]

And now my family live in Inglewood, there’s a whole block of us

I signed my deal and took the doc to a taco truck

That’s just who I am, Viva Beast mode

I’m on TV now, Telemundo!

See my dad’s daddy work his fingers to the bone

For less than I made and so I’m bringin' that home

Never goin' broke again, we lived that

Dollar menu dinners for my family won’t miss that (Nah)

And when I touch down, to the motherland

If I can’t cry 'cause I’m happy that my mother can

So I pay my respect to the fallen ones

Selena was a star, can’t believe they call me one

Channel Pancho Villa when I'm tryna conquer (Tryna conquer)

I know we saw the white light, luz blanca

I’d rather die on my feet in this battle ground

Than live one day on my knees, how that sound?

I’m bringin' everything I know to the masses (Yes!)

Tequila shots, raise your glasses

Not for me, though, a bag full of Fanta

Light a candle on the window sill for the aunta

[Chorus]

Owwww, yeah, c’mon

It just feels good

Turn that music up

It just feels good

Turn the music up, baby

It just feels good

Así, así

C’mon, c’mon

[Outro]

Becky-Becky-Becky G

Latinos stand up!