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As I walk through the barrio the chatter wake up I take a look at my life and real love is not yet

'Cause I've been blushing and laughing for so long

Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't ever got so mad that I keep this heavy

Baby, treat it like a fag, you know that's so hard

You better walk tidy, talk in a way you're walking Or you and your homies might be lying in shop