Retumbando Las Bocinas (feat. Herencia De Patrones)

Houston, Texas is where we reside
Here moving the pieces
If they look for me, they'll find me
I'm not that sought after
With a double cup, I feel relaxed
Forge another log to cross well laid back

Windows down, inhaling white smoke
Slow pace goes further, learn from advice if you want to grow old
Good for deals, those who know me know the game I'm in
Short days, long nights
That's how I always roll
I'm swaying, side by side
The Glock is holstered, if they come close, it's used

A-B-E
Herencia de Patrones
Whole lotta clique shit
True Records old man
HP Records
Pure H
You know the fucking deal

Beware of the speakers, they blast like crazy
Don't tell me I didn't warn you, with the tracks I make a massacre
They want to mess with a lion-chaka because it comes naturally to me
Beware of the boy because he causes chaos
10,000 per pound and I'm not playing
Your life is nothing big enough to judge me
We don't need to go to the bank to spend
When it comes to money, just tell me where and when

6,000 for what the pinky finger carries
Ready with mine, waiting for those who apply
The difference is noticeable, and they don't know it that way
Don't compare me please, I already told you

I'm going to make them respect
My clientele is growing and there's still more to come
I can't dance, but my diamonds don't stop
When they talk about the goat, they know who they're referring to

Compa Uzi
HP vibes
Shot that thang