Locos
(专辑: Elephants On Acid - 2018)
Orale loco, ponte las pilas wey, eh? Aquí se va a
hacer el jale ahorita de volada Estos vatos tienen un chingo de feria ¿Listo? Ponte la máscara, vámonos [B-Real & Sen Dog:] Five, and four, and three, and two, and one And we smash through the
door with the
quickness up Looking for the
crop that I
heard you pussies talk about Don't try nothing, if you lead me to the
crop, anda despacio Don't say a
word, it'd be over, suicide of the
smoked out Where the
cash stashed in the
room? Five, and four and three, and two, and one That's how many seconds left before your ass is done (Click-clack) Now you heard the
sound, tell me something new This homie here won't hesitate to put a
hole in you Death threat, get your ass up, that's a
good boy Would you rather put the
cameras out, or we playing coy? Don't even think about the
strap up in your backpack Cooperative, when I
leave you're still alive, in fact I
only want your cash crop, not your life jack (You can get another crop), but not your life back So settle down, I
don't wanna let the
metal spray Lead the
way, give it up and live another day Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the
door Hit the
ride, hear my tires screeching in the
back [Sick Jacken:] Yeah Vámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetón Yo no quiero usar el cuete no Es muy baquetón El bote no me asusta a
mi Es como vacación Pero yo te asusto a
ti Miados en el pantalón Cinco, cuatro, tres, y
dos, y
uno Yo quiero la hierba y
el nudo Es lo que le queda a
este cuetazo de budo Pierde puro verde o
pierdes el culo Tu di Ahí esta la otra que te decía loco Estos vatos tienen más feria Aquí vamos a
chingar, ¿listo? Vámonos pues [B-Real & Sen Dog:] Weed and dough, and hoes, and hit and run As we grasping for more with our pockets full Laying down the
plot, blueprints for another pull Smoking up the
spot while I
quit, we're invincible Jack your spot and we take your shit and run Got my eye on the
hummus just around the
way Searching for the
dogs, no guards, so it's time to play Judging by the
odds we can hit it and lets hondalē Somos locos pocos, here we come Gripping outta sight Taking it to other heights Homie, go around the
back Go in when I
kill the
lights Sack up everything Don't mean nothing with a
fucking knife Five and four, and three, and two, and one Now we in the
building, take it all until it's done Fifty pounds, smell it all around, yeah we coming up Easy picking, don't be telling hoes, live fucked up [Sick Jacken:] Yeah Vámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetón Yo no quiero usar el cuete no Es muy baquetón El bote no me asusta a
mi Es como vacación Pero yo te asusto a
ti Miados en el pantalón Cinco, cuatro, tres, y
dos, y
uno Yo quiero la hierba y
el nudo Es lo que le queda a
este cuetazo de budo Pierde puro verde o
pierdes el culo Tu di