They call me the bomb
I make them fear me or hide
Your grave, you're going to end up in the deepest one
It rumbles, the iron like that of the Taliban
My dogs, suicidal like Muslims
Like Muslims...
We don't give a damn about life, with the 50 we defend the lair
What I sell leaves your mind high
When I rap fast I don't make mistakes
I'm not like others whose brains dry up
I can pilot while driving and not crash
I can talk to God and touch the universe
I sing you tribal mambo or rap and a norteño and a danzón
To see if they can catch up with me
I do it fast or slow and they can't stop me
With the rattle we shake the cops
Saint Jude and the skinny one protect me
Check it out dude! Where I am
I'm in my studio for being who I am
I became a rapper today
And making money is my addiction
Check it out dude! Where I am
I'm in my studio for being who I am
I became a rapper today
And making money is my addiction
We have plenty of money, if it's dirty let it be cleaned!
We party and end up in depravity
I'm the top dog in my neighborhood, the baddest
Where the kids never let go of the knife
You mess with us, death takes you
With the 45' in your face it calms you down
And you know buddy how the grind is
They always talk about the neighborhood and at the last moment they back out...
Cheer up buddy! Show the desire to make money dude!
Yeah man! You already know it dude
Alright, I'm out dude!
Why are you leaving man! Let's smoke a joint of the green death buddy
Yeah dude thanks but I have to go because they're calling me dude
Did I offend you or what...
No dude not at all dude I just have to go dude
Come on, stop messing around and roll a joint buddy
Alright then, pass it over...
This one's really good dude
They look like enchiladas, right!

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