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Sunday morning has arrived, it is 9:54 am, and Dom P has music on his mind. He, almost with a hint of excitement, states, "Everyday man...its every single day that I wake up thinking about a line, a lyric, a melody, a song...anything music-related. [Laughs] Its like music was a virus that I caught the minute I heard it, and its been invading ever since". It seems as though he has decided to make his virus contagious, since his catalogue is growing at a Lil Wayne-esque pace, over-drawn with conflicting ideals, witty metaphors, unyielding flow, and realistic passion and bravado, and showing no indication of slowing down soon. He realizes that his stakes are high, and he's dealing with a now-or-never business, that seems to have the doors jilted at each turn...but he's trying all his keys anyway. Paticio Gabriel Castillo, 21, was born to two Dominican parents, who emigrated to New York City in the early eighties during the height of Dominican immigration, whom he credits his entire being to. "My parents were really like my guideline on how to be who I am now. You know? Like seeing my mother's attitude, I created my own, and fascinated by my father's talent...I discovered my own". That talent which he refers to, is that of Reynaldo Castillo, acclaimed percussionist for one of the most popular bands in Latin music, "Milly y La Orchesta". He admirably reflects, "I used to stare at my dad practice his drum routine on these rubber pads that he had...man it use to shock the shit out of me to see such fast, rhythmic movement come out of my dad. That shit can make any little kid proud". Tagging alongside his father for various concerts and events throughout his childhood, Dom saw everything the music world had to offer, good and bad, and begged for participation. "Man I could only fucking imagine what that's like!" he says coming out of his nonchalant demeanor, "Having someone come up to you, as they would to my dad, being incredibly honored to shake your hand, simply because you're talented. That legendary status is so amazing, simply because it puts you in a realm where you're almost perfect at something. And to be called perfect for doing something you love: its unreal!" With a hand full of raw almonds ("They're really good for your skin...and they taste damn good" he says) we enter the BMI building, where he is going to finally register himself for publishing purposes and for a meeting with one of the top executives of the company. Although this seems like an opportunity of a lifetime that would render any person nervous, Dom is calmly looking around and chatting of the pitfalls of post-graduate life with the receptionist. "This is a nice fucking waiting area...you can tell a lot about something by how you wait for it...so this is probably gonna' be good". After the meeting [held behind closed doors], he comes out of the room with a stifled smile that indicates it went better than he expected. As we get into a cab, he tells me, "you know God makes no mistakes and never says anything slick to a can of grease...so whatever happens and however it happens...that's the way it has to go! That being said...I have the patience of a saint for this, because I know it will come." As soon as he gave the cab driver the address, he lets me know we are en route to his recording studio, which he has set up in his home. "My man Ace King showed me how to set up my own shit, so instead of paying $60/ hr for a 'professional' studio, I pay $700 and make my own for life." He explains how he has learned that one way or another, one has to find the path to reach one's goals, and his anecdote of creating his own home studio was just one of the many adventures he's had to traverse in his life. Speaking in the most entrepenuarial spirit, he constantly refers to one's success as one's own doing and not a mere product of chance and waiting. "I had to make it man. I had to make wack songs, with wack sound quality... that's what taught me to make great songs, with perfect sound quality." As soon as the work station is powered up, its a completely different Dom P. Its like he dawns a disguise that gets shred to pieces the minute sounds begin projecting from his lavish studio speakers. His mood seems far more mellowed, yet his tone is far more energetic. He slumps in his chair and begins to mumble things to himself (which I later discover is the song-writing process). "I can't sit and just write rhymes with no emotion. I can do it with no beat, but not without emotion. If I don't feel what I'm saying, why would I ever expect YOU to feel it?" After a reflective pause he adds, "its so stupid when dudes just make songs with no meaning. Its a waste of so much time and money, that I don't know how execs even 'ok' shit like that." Dom P, however, appears to not be trodden with pressure or fears for creating quality music. After about 15 minutes of no conversation and a looping instrumental, he finally smiles and lowers the volume and says, "let me let you in my head: Time waits for no man, time must be an old man/ traveling the old land, as if he were a nomad/ time is my nigga, 'cause he never lets me hold back/ its now or never, time will tell if my flow lasts." Impressive, to say the least! Less than an hour has elapsed and Dom P has already concluded a song he tentatively titled "Time Vs. The Man" and after hearing it play back three or four times, he says he's pleased. "It drives me crazy sometimes," he begins, "like, I want it to sound so unbelievably perfect, that sometimes I discourage myself. [Laughs] So when I play it back, I'm not hearing for how good it is, but actually looking for what's wrong with it, so I can filter it out and possibly shape perfection out of it". Its incredibly refreshing to watch someone demonstrate so much passion and commitment to a craft, that seems to be taken less serious as the years progress. The music business has become one of intense commercialism and pursuit of profit and immediate fame, and caught up in the business of selling music, it seemed to have stopped caring about making music. Therefore, the quality of lyricism displayed on a record is rarely ever given praise, and in some cases, the lyricist is overlooked in preference of the generic rapper. "I guess its depressing if you think about it. Like I'm so in love with this one song I just made and that one line I told you about [one where states: time filled with seconds that it will never lend/ that will end your life, but time will never end] and I thought so much to create these great lines and ideas. Yet, somewhere in another studio, some nigga is just writing rhymes about some bullshit, not even caring about what he's saying, thinking of a dance for it or some shit and shipping it out to the public. Its a dual problem 'cause its kind of obvious these niggas don't give a fuck about making MUSIC, but then again, the fucking fans aren't giving them a reason to give a fuck. So its like both sides of the coin are braindead." As I leave his studio (which he refers to as "Outer Space" due to the out-of-this-world feeling he claims to feel when he creates music), he grabs my wrist and says, "If you make any reader believe anything, make them believe I'm one of the nicest lyricists ever. [Laughs]. You can portray my personal self as a fucking asshole, but let them know the music is real! This shit has less to do with my ego, and more to do with my music." For some reason, his closing argument stuck in my head and I realize that here was one of the most talented individuals I've ever met (not saying this due to his request), with so much to offer the world, especially music fans, yet its still difficult for true talent to acquire any platform to display itself. Without question, Dom P will become someone to note in the future and will most probably achieve the legendary status he so covets, but for now, one things is evident about the young, humble lyricist and its best left to be said in his own words: "As I told you in the cab, God makes no mistakes. So its no mistake that I'm good at this, and its definitely no mistake that you are the one who gets to tell my story. So if I never get the chance to tell it myself, I deeply thank you [pause]...O and of course God for bringing you here [chuckles]." No mistake indeed. ----- Shavon Jones Journalist and Jr. Editor
When you think about battling life and death you might think old age, war, maybe even having too much fast food, but one rarely thinks birth which was the case with the up and coming Dom P whose real name is Patricio Castillo. On December 2nd, 1986, his mom had to decide whether to let her only son, who hasnt even been born yet, live in return for her own life. Like any great mother would do, she decided to let him live. Fortunately for both of them, they both made it. Growing up in Inwood, Washington Heights and Harlem in New York City, which predominantly has Dominican and Black people roaming the streets, Spanish music and hip-hop was and still is the music being heard all over. Being a son to a drummer for the most famous female Spanish Merengue star Milly Quezada, it was only a matter of time until he himself got into music. Even at a young age he would write poems and rap with friends for fun. He always knew he had a knack for it but never thought seriously about pursuing a hip hop career until his friends gave him that extra push. Alongside his cousins Emmanuel "Dj Boy" Abreu, and the YLG crew, Dom P is creating music that will surely inspire the youth in poverty-stricken neighborhoods to pursue the truth in life, and put Washington Heights on the map for the first time. Hip Hop has been his love since the first moment he heard it, and now he ensures any one who listens that he will represent Hip Hop in its element. Stay tuned for this one, he's sure to bring a lot of commotion to the streets of "New York, New York."
-Dj BOY
http://www.myspace.com/domp207
Sunday morning has arrived, it is 9:54 am, and Do… Read Full Bio ↴www.DomPonline.com
Sunday morning has arrived, it is 9:54 am, and Dom P has music on his mind. He, almost with a hint of excitement, states, "Everyday man...its every single day that I wake up thinking about a line, a lyric, a melody, a song...anything music-related. [Laughs] Its like music was a virus that I caught the minute I heard it, and its been invading ever since". It seems as though he has decided to make his virus contagious, since his catalogue is growing at a Lil Wayne-esque pace, over-drawn with conflicting ideals, witty metaphors, unyielding flow, and realistic passion and bravado, and showing no indication of slowing down soon. He realizes that his stakes are high, and he's dealing with a now-or-never business, that seems to have the doors jilted at each turn...but he's trying all his keys anyway. Paticio Gabriel Castillo, 21, was born to two Dominican parents, who emigrated to New York City in the early eighties during the height of Dominican immigration, whom he credits his entire being to. "My parents were really like my guideline on how to be who I am now. You know? Like seeing my mother's attitude, I created my own, and fascinated by my father's talent...I discovered my own". That talent which he refers to, is that of Reynaldo Castillo, acclaimed percussionist for one of the most popular bands in Latin music, "Milly y La Orchesta". He admirably reflects, "I used to stare at my dad practice his drum routine on these rubber pads that he had...man it use to shock the shit out of me to see such fast, rhythmic movement come out of my dad. That shit can make any little kid proud". Tagging alongside his father for various concerts and events throughout his childhood, Dom saw everything the music world had to offer, good and bad, and begged for participation. "Man I could only fucking imagine what that's like!" he says coming out of his nonchalant demeanor, "Having someone come up to you, as they would to my dad, being incredibly honored to shake your hand, simply because you're talented. That legendary status is so amazing, simply because it puts you in a realm where you're almost perfect at something. And to be called perfect for doing something you love: its unreal!" With a hand full of raw almonds ("They're really good for your skin...and they taste damn good" he says) we enter the BMI building, where he is going to finally register himself for publishing purposes and for a meeting with one of the top executives of the company. Although this seems like an opportunity of a lifetime that would render any person nervous, Dom is calmly looking around and chatting of the pitfalls of post-graduate life with the receptionist. "This is a nice fucking waiting area...you can tell a lot about something by how you wait for it...so this is probably gonna' be good". After the meeting [held behind closed doors], he comes out of the room with a stifled smile that indicates it went better than he expected. As we get into a cab, he tells me, "you know God makes no mistakes and never says anything slick to a can of grease...so whatever happens and however it happens...that's the way it has to go! That being said...I have the patience of a saint for this, because I know it will come." As soon as he gave the cab driver the address, he lets me know we are en route to his recording studio, which he has set up in his home. "My man Ace King showed me how to set up my own shit, so instead of paying $60/ hr for a 'professional' studio, I pay $700 and make my own for life." He explains how he has learned that one way or another, one has to find the path to reach one's goals, and his anecdote of creating his own home studio was just one of the many adventures he's had to traverse in his life. Speaking in the most entrepenuarial spirit, he constantly refers to one's success as one's own doing and not a mere product of chance and waiting. "I had to make it man. I had to make wack songs, with wack sound quality... that's what taught me to make great songs, with perfect sound quality." As soon as the work station is powered up, its a completely different Dom P. Its like he dawns a disguise that gets shred to pieces the minute sounds begin projecting from his lavish studio speakers. His mood seems far more mellowed, yet his tone is far more energetic. He slumps in his chair and begins to mumble things to himself (which I later discover is the song-writing process). "I can't sit and just write rhymes with no emotion. I can do it with no beat, but not without emotion. If I don't feel what I'm saying, why would I ever expect YOU to feel it?" After a reflective pause he adds, "its so stupid when dudes just make songs with no meaning. Its a waste of so much time and money, that I don't know how execs even 'ok' shit like that." Dom P, however, appears to not be trodden with pressure or fears for creating quality music. After about 15 minutes of no conversation and a looping instrumental, he finally smiles and lowers the volume and says, "let me let you in my head: Time waits for no man, time must be an old man/ traveling the old land, as if he were a nomad/ time is my nigga, 'cause he never lets me hold back/ its now or never, time will tell if my flow lasts." Impressive, to say the least! Less than an hour has elapsed and Dom P has already concluded a song he tentatively titled "Time Vs. The Man" and after hearing it play back three or four times, he says he's pleased. "It drives me crazy sometimes," he begins, "like, I want it to sound so unbelievably perfect, that sometimes I discourage myself. [Laughs] So when I play it back, I'm not hearing for how good it is, but actually looking for what's wrong with it, so I can filter it out and possibly shape perfection out of it". Its incredibly refreshing to watch someone demonstrate so much passion and commitment to a craft, that seems to be taken less serious as the years progress. The music business has become one of intense commercialism and pursuit of profit and immediate fame, and caught up in the business of selling music, it seemed to have stopped caring about making music. Therefore, the quality of lyricism displayed on a record is rarely ever given praise, and in some cases, the lyricist is overlooked in preference of the generic rapper. "I guess its depressing if you think about it. Like I'm so in love with this one song I just made and that one line I told you about [one where states: time filled with seconds that it will never lend/ that will end your life, but time will never end] and I thought so much to create these great lines and ideas. Yet, somewhere in another studio, some nigga is just writing rhymes about some bullshit, not even caring about what he's saying, thinking of a dance for it or some shit and shipping it out to the public. Its a dual problem 'cause its kind of obvious these niggas don't give a fuck about making MUSIC, but then again, the fucking fans aren't giving them a reason to give a fuck. So its like both sides of the coin are braindead." As I leave his studio (which he refers to as "Outer Space" due to the out-of-this-world feeling he claims to feel when he creates music), he grabs my wrist and says, "If you make any reader believe anything, make them believe I'm one of the nicest lyricists ever. [Laughs]. You can portray my personal self as a fucking asshole, but let them know the music is real! This shit has less to do with my ego, and more to do with my music." For some reason, his closing argument stuck in my head and I realize that here was one of the most talented individuals I've ever met (not saying this due to his request), with so much to offer the world, especially music fans, yet its still difficult for true talent to acquire any platform to display itself. Without question, Dom P will become someone to note in the future and will most probably achieve the legendary status he so covets, but for now, one things is evident about the young, humble lyricist and its best left to be said in his own words: "As I told you in the cab, God makes no mistakes. So its no mistake that I'm good at this, and its definitely no mistake that you are the one who gets to tell my story. So if I never get the chance to tell it myself, I deeply thank you [pause]...O and of course God for bringing you here [chuckles]." No mistake indeed. ----- Shavon Jones Journalist and Jr. Editor
When you think about battling life and death you might think old age, war, maybe even having too much fast food, but one rarely thinks birth which was the case with the up and coming Dom P whose real name is Patricio Castillo. On December 2nd, 1986, his mom had to decide whether to let her only son, who hasnt even been born yet, live in return for her own life. Like any great mother would do, she decided to let him live. Fortunately for both of them, they both made it. Growing up in Inwood, Washington Heights and Harlem in New York City, which predominantly has Dominican and Black people roaming the streets, Spanish music and hip-hop was and still is the music being heard all over. Being a son to a drummer for the most famous female Spanish Merengue star Milly Quezada, it was only a matter of time until he himself got into music. Even at a young age he would write poems and rap with friends for fun. He always knew he had a knack for it but never thought seriously about pursuing a hip hop career until his friends gave him that extra push. Alongside his cousins Emmanuel "Dj Boy" Abreu, and the YLG crew, Dom P is creating music that will surely inspire the youth in poverty-stricken neighborhoods to pursue the truth in life, and put Washington Heights on the map for the first time. Hip Hop has been his love since the first moment he heard it, and now he ensures any one who listens that he will represent Hip Hop in its element. Stay tuned for this one, he's sure to bring a lot of commotion to the streets of "New York, New York."
-Dj BOY
http://www.myspace.com/domp207
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@JIBTHARULLER
@@dreamcxfe2231My in sonny when he says "Yo, with 96, 000, I'd finally fix housing
Give the barrio computers and wireless web browsing
Your kids are living without a good edumacation change the station,
Teach them about gentrification, the rent is escalating (what?)
The rich are penetrating (what?)
We pay our corporations
When we should be demonstrating (what?)
What about immigration? (what?)
Politicians be hating (what?)
Racism in this nation's gone
From latent to blatent!
OOOH!
I'll cash my ticket and picket
Invest in protest
Never lose my focus 'til the
City takes notice
And you know this, man!
I'll never sleep
Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!
@oldphart9090
Lyrics:
[DANIELA]
Hey! Hey!
What's this tonterÍa that I'm seeing on the street?
I never thought I'd see the day…
Since when are Latin people scared of heat?
When I was a little girl
Growing up in the hills of Vega Alta
My favorite time of year was Christmas time!
Ask me why!
[CARLA, spoken]
Why?
[DANIELA]
There wasn't an ounce of snow
But oh, the coquito would flow!
As we sang the Aguinaldo
The carnaval would begin to grow!
Business is closed, and we're about to go…
Let's have a carnaval del barrio!
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Wepa!
[DANIELA]
¡Carnaval del barrio!
¡Carnaval del barrio!
Carnaval…
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Carnaval!
[DANIELA]
Del barrio…
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Barrio!
[DANIELA]
Carnaval…
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Carnaval!
[DANIELA]
Del barrio…
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Barrio!
[DANIELA]
We don't need electricidad!
Get off your butt, ¡avanza!
Saca la maraca, bring your tambourine
Come and join the parranda
Hey!
[DANIELA/CARLA/
PIRAGUA GUY/GROUP 1]
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
Carnaval...
¡Del barrio!
[DANIELA/CARLA/
PIRAGUA GUY/SONNY/GROUP 1]
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
[GROUP 2]
¡Carnaval!
¡Barrio!
¡Carnaval!
Barrio!
Carnaval!
Barrio!
¡Carnaval!
¡Del barrio!
[CARLA]
Oh, me, me, me! Dani I have a question
I don't know what you're cantando
[DANIELA]
Just make it up as you go!
We are improvisando!
Lai le lo lai lo le lo lai!
You can sing anything!
[CARLA]
Wait, what?
[DANIELA]
Carla, whatever pops into your head
Just so long as you sing!
[CARLA]
Uh… My mom is Dominican-Cuban
My dad is from Chile and P.R. which means:
I'm Chile-Domini-Curican...
But I always say I'm from Queens!
[DANIELA]
Hey!
[DANIELA/CARLA/
PIRAGUA GUY/SONNY/GROUP 1]
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
[COMMUNITY]
¡Carnaval!
¡Barrio!
¡Carnaval!
¡Del barrio!
[VANESSA]
Why is everyone so happy?
We're sweating and we have no power!
I gotta get out of here soon
This block's getting worse by the hour!
You can't even go to a club with a friend
Without having somebody shove you!
[DANIELA]
Ay, por favor
Vanessa, don't pretend that Usnavi's your friend
[?]
We all know that he looooove you!
[COMMUNITY]
Ohhhh!!
[CARLA]
Wow, now that you mention that sexual tension is easy to see!
[VANESSA]
Yo, this is bogus!
[DANIELA]
Haven't you noticed you get all your coffee for free?
[Community cheers]
[DANIELA/CARLA/
PIRAGUA GUY/SONNY]
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
Carnaval…
¡Del barrio!
[COMMUNITY]
¡Carnaval!
¡Barrio!
¡Carnaval!
¡Del barrio!
[NEIGHBOR]
Here comes Usnavi!
[USNAVI]
Yo! Yo! Yo, y-y-yo-yo!
Now, now, everyone gather ‘round
Sit down, listen, I got an announcement
Wow, there's nothing here holding me down
The word is out, tell the whole town I'm bouncin'
Atención, I'm closin' shop!
Sonny, grab everybody a soda-pop!
Twist off the bottle, kiss it up to God
I miss Abuela Claudia, it's time to fly though
Daniela, Carla, pack up the carro
I'm bookin' a flight for D.R. tomorrow!
[COMMUNITY]
Oh my gah!
[COMMUNITY (EXCEPT VANESSA & SONNY)]
Alza la bandera
¡La bandera Dominicana!
Alza la bandera
¡La bandera Puertoriqueña!
Alza la bandera
¡La bandera Mexicana!
Alza la bandera
¡La bandera Cubana!
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Pa'ribba esa bandera!
¡Álzala donde quiera!
¡Recuerdo de mi tierra!
[PIRAGUA GUY/USNAVI]
¡Me acuerdo de mi tierra!
¡Esa bonita bandera!
¡Contiene mi alma entera!
Y cuando yo me muera
¡Entiérrame en mi tierra!
[Dance break]
[DANIELA]
Hey, Mr. Benny: have you seen any horses today?
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[BENNY]
What do you mean?
[DANIELA]
I heard you and Nina went for a roll in the hay!
[ALL]
Hey! Ohhhh…
[WOMEN]
Benny and Nina
Sitting in a tree!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
¡Qué bochinche!
Nina and Benny!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
[SONNY]
Hold up
[SONNY/GRAFFITI PETE]
Wait a minute!
[SONNY]
Usnavi's leavin' us for the Dominican Republic?
And Benny went and stole the girl
That I'm in love with?
She was my babysitter first!
Listen up, is that
What y'all want?
We close the bodega
The neighborhood is gone!
They selling the dispatch
And they closing the salón
And they'll never turn the lights back on, ‘cause—
[SONNY/VANESSA]
We are powerless, we are powerless!
[SONNY]
And y'all keep dancin' and singin' and celebratin'
And it's gettin' late and this place disintegratin'
[SONNY/VANESSA]
We are powerless, we are powerless!
[USNAVI]
Alright, we're powerless, so light up a candle
There's nothing going on here that we can't handle
Maybe you're right, Sonny, call in the coroners
Maybe we're powerless, a corner full of foreigners
Maybe this neighborhood's changing forever
Maybe tonight is our last night together, however!
How do you want to face it?
Do you wanna waste it, when the end is so close you can taste it?
Y'all could cry with your head in the sand
I'm a fly this flag that I got in my hand!
[PIRAGUA GUY]
¡Pa'rriba esa bandera!
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[PIRAGUA GUY/DANIELA]
¡Álzala donde quiera!
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[USNAVI]
Can we raise our voice tonight?
Can we make a little noise tonight?
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[PIRAGUA GUY/DANIELA/CARLA]
¡Esa bonita bandera!
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[PIRAGUA GUY/DANIELA/CARLA]
¡Contiene mi alma entera!
[COMMUNITY]
Hey!
[USNAVI]
In fact, can we sing so loud and raucous
They can hear us across the bridge in East Secaucus?
[PIRAGUA GUY/DANIELA/
CARLA/SONNY/MEN]
¡Pa'rriba esa bandera!
¡Álzala donde quiera!
[COMMUNITY]
¡Carnaval del
Barrio!
[USNAVI]
From Puerto Rico to Santo Domingo
Wherever we go, we rep our people and the beat go…
[PIRAGUA GUY/DANIELA/
CARLA/MEN]
¡Esa bonita bandera!
¡Contiene mi alma entera!
[COMMUNITY]
Carnaval del
Barrio
[USNAVI]
Vanessa, forget about what coulda been
Dance with me, one last night, in the hood again
[DANIELA/CARLA]
¡Wepa!
[Vanessa and Usnavi slowly begin to dance.]
[COMMUNITY]
¡Carnaval del barrio!
¡Carnaval del barrio!
[DANIELA]
¡Pa'rriba esa bandera!
¡Oye!
Y cuando yo me muera
Entiérrame en mi tierra
¡Del barrio!
@ItsAMeAmigo
"Benny went and stole the girl I'm in love with. She was my babysitter first!" 😂😂
@dreamcxfe2231
god i love sonny
@JIBTHARULLER
@@dreamcxfe2231My in sonny when he says "Yo, with 96, 000, I'd finally fix housing
Give the barrio computers and wireless web browsing
Your kids are living without a good edumacation change the station,
Teach them about gentrification, the rent is escalating (what?)
The rich are penetrating (what?)
We pay our corporations
When we should be demonstrating (what?)
What about immigration? (what?)
Politicians be hating (what?)
Racism in this nation's gone
From latent to blatent!
OOOH!
I'll cash my ticket and picket
Invest in protest
Never lose my focus 'til the
City takes notice
And you know this, man!
I'll never sleep
Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!
@zoeycrur5971
I READ THIS COMMENT WHEN THE PART OF THE SONG PLAYED LOL
@ablvcki
😏😏😏Jealousy!!!!😉😉😉
@palomacabello73
whats the name of the song “yo quiero una colombiana y una brasileira” ??
@usnavidelavooga380
It’s so endearing to hear Lin singing as Piragua Guy😂he’s just a wise middle aged man who knows this ENTIRE STORY BY HEART- but ay, he’s just sellin shaved ice🤌🏾
@scz1770
Middle aged? Lmao ok
@tactus72
In interviews, he says he's dressed like his late grandfather, eyeglass lanyards, high socks with shorts, etc. To me its like John Chu uses the Piraguero as like the guardian angel of W. Heights. He begins the story, is there to rally the people in this big number, and he is there the end, almost subtly guiding the characters .
@usnavidelavooga380
@@scz1770 hes 41 years old- he’s coming up on his middle age years lol