Vatos Locos

Jugando en La Liga Como soy Alexis Vega Mexicano caprichado Con una voz de oro Dando varios VATOS plata Especialmente los LOCOS Que me vieron en mi Honda patinando llanta Pero es necesario porque juzgados son caro Entonces yo no soy culpable yo no mas te doy mis cantos Hablando de perros flacos, como no soy capitán Pero se la mera verdad, I would lie on the Bible 'Cause when my chrome mic entices Enemies are in a crisis Screaming out, "Jesus Christ how did you let him get this nice ?" But I just got this shit off passion And the right amount of practice So there's nothing special 'bout Artist bowing down for profit Okay, a la mera neta tengo todos estos culos Discutiendo mi jugada como soy Antetokounmpo Look this kid could be The next great bean But the good comes at a price Sighting Death Reaper at pace Yet I drop gold from my pain Hot-tempered so my name Must be out of this world, cuz my chains are linked by mold Ya and blood lack the change To take care of a Range So I'll never get the keys, if I can't pay the tolls Oh Field Workers Ball Shooters Call us what you wanna The Thirstiest lil Mexicans Just North of the Border Oh ve los VATOS LOCOS El Gordo y El Flaco Trying to get the smelliest bags of Marijuana Entonces VATOS LOCOS Se rajan para nada Nomas rezan con Jesus Porque son VATOS LOCOS Okay, Field Workers Ball Shooters Call us what you wanna The Thirstiest lil Mexicans Just North of the Border BITCH Ya, I don't think many bodies dismantle beats like me 'Cause trying to use mics and subs, for chips like Phil Jackson HahaHAhaa Ya I know I'm fucking reaching But soon, I'm 'bout to reach a point that taints blood pale 'Till I am well aware of the teasing, squeezing, pleasing little moments in a coupe Chevelle 'Cause top to bottom I'm the man I was ducking beef When starved Now I talk to bottles from it Yet now, I got hot hands But, does this make up for it, forged lines that can't afford to miss Will this bring back the people that got us all here ? 'Cause ya'll don't see What I done seen The body 'fore the pigs arrived The screams when Momma arrived And T's just from drama killing Fucked up way of living, if you was asking me Cuz all the drama livid, it's all my tongue sings Say, "On God we paid costs, we faced losses and lots" Say it again, "We paid costs, we faced losses and lots" Okay (You have five seconds to terminate this tape) We just got this shit off passion And the right amount of practice So there's nothing special 'bout Artists bowing down for profit Okay A la mera neta Tengo todos estos culos Discutiendo mi jugada Como soy Antetokounmpo Look This kid could be The next great bean But the good comes at a price Sighting Death Reaper at pace But I drop gold from my pain Hot-tempered so my name Must be out of this world, cuz my chains are linked by mold Ya and blood lack the change To take care of a Range So I'll never get the keys, if I can't pay the tolls Oh Field Workers Ball Shooters Call us what you wanna The Thirstiest lil Mexicans Just North of the Border Oh ve los VATOS LOCOS El Gordo y El Flaco Trying to get the smelliest bags of Marijuana Entonces VATOS LOCOS Se rajan para nada Nomas rezan con Jesus Porque son VATOS LOCOS Okay, Field Workers Ball Shooters Call us what you wanna The Thirstiest lil Mexicans Just North of the Border