López Dóriga can suck it
Loret de Mola, is an idiot
Seriously, no one watches them
No one watches those fuckers
Are we on air yet?
Let me know

They say I'm a bastard, I say no, I don't really care
I want to keep partying with all the gang like this
I grab my cell, check the whats, to see if I can pick up a chick somewhere
I honestly tell them that I'm crazy
I only think about drugs and pure asses
I'm a mess, fuck the chick who doesn't like it
If she's not going to give me her ass then she shouldn't show up
Tell your boyfriend that he can suck it
I have beers in the cooler, go through the cactus field
And watch your girlfriend who is being unfaithful

I keep dropping the rhyme that hits hard rolling speakers
Of course it's very noticeable that I'm a street guy and a corner rapper
Take it out, punch it, forge it, light it, roll the fine herb
Because I want to keep chatting, drinking and picking up chicks
Lately people complain, my behavior I don't give a fuck
I live my life calmly with one and another bitch making a mess
I don't ask anything from anyone
I'm laid back like a low rider
Do you want to smoke? Alright, come over
Let's go to the strip club so they can dance for us

They say I'm a womanizer
How do I do it, I have no money
If I smoke crap then what's their problem?
I keep getting high all over the country
The cops bring me down at gunpoint
I tell them "don't fuck with me, I'm just a rapper"
They say "Simon, it's your turn for the check, bastard"
But if they find the weed, I give them a wink
I get on the plane, I tell the party
Hell yeah Simon, who said no
Take out the lighter to light the fucking blunt

I was going around cursing
What was seen on air, what was seen on air?
No curse?
Three curses!

Alright my troop, all the fleet
You know I keep smoking weed
In the neighborhood, in the house, on the street, on the corner
I don't give a fuck if the neighbor gets mad
Speakers at full volume I'm coming and if they don't turn it up
What I never had maybe one day I'll have
If not there's no sadness, there's no evil that doesn't come for good
My mind understands it
I'm always in the environment
Dismantling what I bring
Rapping for my people
Representing the south of Tamaulipas
Greetings to the one who is copying
Here pure Santa Grifa

The old man used to say "study engineering"
That way you'll get to know all of Mexico
Now I tell him that as a rapper
I'm traveling wherever I want
With a badass lifestyle
Like they live in the fucking ghetto
With facts, not words shutting up several assholes
I earn what's mine and what I want without many buts
But thinking I could end up in the hole
So all the pending things first
That there's no lack of food in my house
Neither beer for my race
Notice for all the scum, raffling for the gangster band

Welcome to the fucking city of terror
I'm rolling with all the gang
In this place you can feel the fucking heat
You can feel the sweat when it falls (?)
When I'm high but to the chick and I take off her shyness
I take it off in curtain, I have your medicine
What do you eat that you guess, that here pure fine weed
The neighbor gets the stench of the smoke from your fucking sister
For the marijuana she smokes with me all night

Did the guy suck it, yes or no?
Totally
Why did he leave? Who kicked him out?
Because, his own decision according to this
His own decision?
According to this but he's looking for a job
Is he unemployed?
Hey
Damn
Is he unemployed?
Hey
Damn
Give him a job dude

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