by Cartel de Santa
Release date August 5, 2014
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2014, el Babo Por si no me conoces perro Es mi turno, yo no cambio de rumbo, sigo siendo nocturno Con líricas los tumbo, yo siempre lo hago jumbo Bien grande gigantesco, pa' conservar el puesto Si te falta flow te presto, total a mí me sobra, lo quito si me estorba Yo no le debo a nadie Por eso nadie me cobra Critican mis obras, por el contenido Que le valga verga si me fumo un puto kilo Total, nada les pido, yo ando tras lo mío Nada de lo que digan va a cambiar lo que yo digo Tú sigues jodido y andas bien ardido Todos tus comentarios te caben en el fundillo Hablas por el culo, por eso la cagas Nunca nos das la cara, al chile que eres de agua La boca te la enjuagas, con un litro de mecos De tanto que mamas nos dejas los huevos secos Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes Al león, al chile que deben tirarle al león Pero no, se empeñan en cromarme el cabezón Cómo son y luego se quejan de la agresión Si los cojo a todos juntos en una misma canción Pues mi pex, la cosa como es, por la boca muere el pez Y el que habal de más también Yo me mantengo la cien, entrenado para la batalla Al joto que de braya, si no lo callo se calla Pues yo no soy pantalla, ni bandera, ni farol Yo a nadie ando amenazando pa' dármelas de cabrón Maricón cuantos son, los que sean son puro pedo Si ahorita soy su padre, mañana seré su abuelo Pues yo no siento celos, al ver de que me halaga Que se tomen el tiempo de escribir tanta mamada Ustedes no hacen nada, son puro pipi ludio Por estar cagando el palo, ni siquiera hacen lo suyo Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes Checa que son unos puñetas y piensan que me afectan Porque aquí ni representan Ya estoy acostumbrado a ser el desgraciado Yo nunca le he agachado la mirada a ni un pelado Quizás estoy chisquiado y no valoro la vida Quizás estoy prendido y no me importa lo que digan Quizás soy homicida, quizás si no lo soy Si quiere averiguarlo acá en el barrio siempre estoy Con todo mi convoy, también solo le doy Si no se van me voy, ya saben que no me tiembla Listo para lo que venga, se le suelta la lengua Pues ya que anda tan suelta, pues venga lámbame la verga Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes Me alegra que su odio, me dé la inspiración Pa' seguir haciendo feria y escribir otra canción De su frustración yo sigo haciendo billetes Pinche bola de ojetes, por algo somos los jefes El jefe mequetrefe, el chido de este rollo Y a mi jauría, muchas gracias por el apoyo Puro padela, puro padela
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2014, the Babo In case you don't know me, man It's my turn, I don't change course, I keep being nocturnal With lyrics I knock them down, I always do it big Really huge, to keep my place If you lack flow, I'll lend you some, 'cause I have more than enough, I take it away if it bothers me I don't owe anyone That's why nobody charges me They criticize my work for the content Who cares if I smoke a damn kilo In the end, I ask for nothing, I'm after my own Nothing they say will change what I say You're still screwed and you're really pissed off All your comments fit in your ass You talk through your ass, that's why you mess up You never show your face, truth is you're weak You rinse your mouth, with a liter of snot From sucking so much you leave us with dry balls I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses To the lion, they should throw it to the lion But no, they insist on messing with me That's how they are and then they complain about aggression If I catch them all together in the same song That's my thing, how things are, talk is cheap And whoever talks too much as well I keep it one hundred, trained for battle To shut down anyone messing around, if they won't shut up I'm not a follower, nor a flag, nor a façade I'm not threatening anyone to act tough How many faggots are there, they're just talk If right now I'm their father, tomorrow I'll be their grandfather I don't feel jealous, seeing them flatter me Taking the time to write so much bullshit You don't do anything, all talk For messing around, not even doing your thing I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses They're a bunch of losers who think they affect me 'Cause they don't represent anything here I'm used to being unlucky I never looked down on anyone Maybe I'm screwed up and don't value life Maybe I'm messed up and don't care what they say Maybe I'm a killer, maybe I'm not If you wanna find out, I'm always around the neighborhood With all my crew, I give it all or nothing If they don't leave, I will, they know I don't back down Ready for whatever comes, they start talking Since you're so loose, go ahead, suck my dick I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses I'm glad their hate gives me inspiration To keep making money and write another song From their frustration, I keep making bills Damn bunch of assholes, that's why we're the bosses The boss of the riff-raff, the cool one in this scene And to my pack, thank you very much for the support Pure loyalty, pure loyalty
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