Becky G - Turn The Music Up lyrics
Becky G [Rebbeca Marie Gomez] Inglewood, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Becky G - Turn The Music Up lyrics]
Yeah, Latinos 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!
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
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
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
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
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
Becky-Becky-Becky G latinos stand up!
But there’s no place like where you come from
C’mon, yeah mic check one two baby!
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
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
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
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
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
Becky-Becky-Becky G latinos stand up!