(Ey) (oh shit)
Hey, what the fuck?
Fucking asshole

Where the fuck is my money?
Go fuck yourself
You're such an idiot, you were talking shit to me, right?
Hey, nobody fucks with me, man, damn
Where the fuck is my money?
I'm calling the cops on your fucking ass
You're going to be fucked
Shut the fuck up

It's dawn, my neighbor is bothering me
It's because it smells a lot like weed
He's going to talk to the marines
He's going to talk to the cops
If he wants, he can talk to his cousins
I don't give a fuck, it doesn't matter
We demanded, we wanted to get out of the hole
We became known, we traveled
We just flowed, we smoked, we just laughed
I hustle on Sunday, bingo
With my flamingo flow, fla-fle
Flu, flash, hush ka
Watch here, with the AKs
And on the speakers, Heltah' Skeltah' is booming
Here come two to protect the business
A car in front and another behind with AR-15s
I told you this, more stoned than the mince
You'll move your neck so hard you'll sprain it
Baby princess, put cement on the brick
Let's build a palace, yes or what
What has been, has been but don't fight anymore
Because they are leaving many corpses
A lot of snow is moving and this is not Everest
All year there is a lot of snow
Cold feet, Bottle of Jerez
From crying in your house to crying in mine
I would have killed you myself, you were in the way
He was no longer there, they spared his life as a rule
That gets stuck, if the weed runs out we call
To the motorcycle, so much fuss that I even talked too much
Deaths from drugs, from El Cabo, San Jose and La Paz
Ah, he knew the truth, easy money goes away
You end up in a coffin or in the health center
They kill your mood, I don't fuck with you, huh

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