[Hook: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, spitting] Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra Two trucks, one corner, and I can't get past her Five for a cup and the line's moving faster Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra [Verse 1: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, tongue-twister bars] Nine years parked on Fifth where the bus pulls up by the bank Pastor on the spit and a hundred gallons in the tank Three a taco, cash or card, the line went round the block Then a lime-green truck rolls up and parks across from my spot Painted on the side it says the best you'll ever eat So I drop to two-fifty and I tape it to the seat She drops to two and waves at me and serves the whole line quick I drop to a dollar, she says fifty, now my stomach's sick Fifty cents, a quarter, I'm a dime away from broke Then she makes 'em free and I'm just standing in the smoke [Hook: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, spitting] Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra Two trucks, one corner, and I can't get past her Five for a cup and the line's moving faster Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra [Verse 2: Female MC verse, deadpan bite, Marisol taking the whole verse] Rico, papi, nine years, same old menu, same old grill Same green salsa in a bottle tasting like a dollar bill So I parked across from you and let you swing the first cut Every dime you dropped, I dropped it lower, now you're stuck Free tortilla, free carnitas, free cilantro, free lime But the cup is five dollars, and they pay it every time Roasted on the comal till the chile turns to black Mango habanero, one bite and they're coming back You were selling them a taco, I was selling them a need Give away the hook and charge 'em for the part they bleed [Hook: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, spitting] Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra Two trucks, one corner, and I can't get past her Five for a cup and the line's moving faster Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra [Bridge: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, price plunge to free, one price on every beat] Three bucks, two-fifty, two, one-fifty One buck, fifty cents and the money's looking iffy Quarter, dime, nickel, penny on the plate Zero, and she's laughing with a cup that costs eight [Verse 3: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, giving up laughing] Now I'm standing in her line with a five inside my fist Mango habanero with my name on the list Took one bite and saw the light, I'm crying on the curb She's extra, she's extra, and the salsa's extra, word So we made a little deal before the lunch rush hit My truck makes the tacos and her truck makes the dip Two windows, one corner and we're splitting it in half Line around the block again and she's still got the last laugh [Final Hook: Spitting tongue-twister male MC, spitting] Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra Two trucks, one corner, and I can't get past her Five for a cup and the line's moving faster Tacos are free, but the salsa's extra [End]
