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In The Heights
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Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away Pop the grate at the crack of dawn Sing while I wipe down the awning Hey y'all, good morning Ice cold piragua! Parcha. China. Cherry. Strawberry. And just for today, I got mamey! Oye, piragiJero, como estas? Como siempre, Señor Usnavi I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean: Dominican Republic! I love it! Jesus, I'm jealous of it, and beyond that Ever since my folks passed on, I haven't gone back Goddamn, I gotta get on that... Fo! The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid? I better step it up and fight the heat 'Cause I'm not makin' any profit if the coffee isn't light and sweet! Ooo-oo! Abuela, my fridge broke. I got cafe but no "con leche" Ay Dios, try my mother's old recipe: one can of condensed milk Nice. Oh wait, your lottery ticket Paciencia y fe... That was Abuela, she's not really my "abuela" But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela Now, you're prob'ly thinkin: "I'm up shit's creek! I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!" Well, you must take the A Train Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain Get off at 181st, and take the escalator I hope you're writing this down, I'm gonna test ya later I'm getting tested; times are tough on this bodega Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up And ever since the rents went up It's gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough In the heights I flip the lights and start my day There are fights And endless debts And bills to pay In the Heights I can't survive without cafe' I serve cafe' 'Cause tonight seems like a million years away! En Washington Next up, ding, Kevin Rosario He runs the cab company, he struggles in the barrio See, his daughter Nina's off at college, tuition is mad steep So he can't sleep; everything he gets is mad cheap! Good morning, Usnavi! Pan caliente, cafe' con leche! Put twenty dollars on today's lottery Okay, must be a lucky day Gotta be Oh my God, you're so excited My Nina flew in at 3 A.M. last night! Sweet, Abuela's been cooking all week! Come by when I see you this weekend Are we gonna eat So then Yesenia walks in the room... Aha... She smells sex and cheap perfume! Uh oh... It smells like one of those trees That you hang from the rear view! Ah, no! It's true! She screams, "Who's in there with you, Julio?" Grabs a bat and kicks in the door He's in bed with Jose from the liquor store! No me diga! The salon ladies Thanks, Usnavi! Sonny, you're late Chillax, you know you love me Me and my cousin runnin' Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop And, oh my god, it's gotten too darn hot Like my man Cole Porter said People come through for a few cold waters and A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine Everybody's got a job, everybody's got a dream They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk The first stop as people hop to work Bust it... I'm like: "One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine I got it. You want a box of condoms? What kind? That's two quarters. Two quarter waters The New York Times You need a bag for that? The tax is added" Once you get some practice at it


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