[Verse 1: proud fiery male MC, over timbales, congas and piano montuno] City council Tuesday, seven folks in folding chairs Passed a law against my mama's truck and walked out down the stairs "No food vehicle shall be parked on Main from eight to eight" And the restaurant on the corner smilin' like he won the state Wednesday mornin', Mama's at the wheel with coffee and her keys Papi in the back with the masa up to his knees I'm hangin' out the window with the menu and the change Readin' that ordinance like a lawyer, now ain't that strange "Parked," it says, "parked," and that's the only word it got Nothin' 'bout a truck that's rollin' slow and servin' hot So Mama put it into drive, and Papi crossed himself twice Three miles an hour down Main with the salsa and the rice [Hook: proud fiery male MC, full Latin percussion] We never parked, never parked, never stopped, never quit Three miles an hour and the whole town eatin' it They wrote a law to move us, so we movin', what you need? We never parked, so we never had to leave [Verse 2: grinning, congas driving] People walkin' 'longside like a feast day for a saint Office ladies joggin' next to us in heels and fresh paint Cop pulls up beside us with his lights and with his frown Says, "Ma'am, you can't be parked here," Mama says, "Look down" Wheels still turnin', officer, we rollin' by the law He looks down at the tires, then he orders two, that's all Pays for four and tells her, "Keep it movin', have a day" Restaurant man at the corner watched his whole lunch walk away [Roll Call: proud fiery male MC, every street called on a timbale hit] Main and Fourth, Main and Fifth, Main and Sixth, Main and Pine Main and Church, Main and Water, Main and Oak, Main and Vine Every corner, every block, every bench, every sign Main to Main to Main, and the whole street's in line [Hook: full Latin percussion] We never parked, never parked, never stopped, never quit Three miles an hour and the whole town eatin' it They wrote a law to move us, so we movin', what you need? We never parked, so we never had to leave [Verse 3: proud fiery male MC, triumphant] Next Tuesday council meets to fix the little gap Seven folks in folding chairs, and every one has got a map But the council room's got windows, and the windows face the street Here come Mama rollin' by, three miles an hour, smellin' sweet Council president is sniffin' with his nose up on the glass Then he's out the door and runnin' with a twenty in a flash Motion tabled, meetin' over, ain't nobody gonna vote Against the thing they're holdin' with the salsa on their coat Twenty years my papi begged that city for a spot Now we got the whole of Main, 'cause we never got a lot [Hook: full Latin percussion] We never parked, never parked, never stopped, never quit Three miles an hour and the whole town eatin' it They wrote a law to move us, so we movin', what you need? We never parked, so we never had to leave [End]
