A Toda Hora (feat. Muelas de Gallo, Dee, Yoga Fire, Fntxy y Phul King Fu)

Buttons, yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight outta Baghdad
Let's go, let's get it
Uh-huh, check, check
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, check, check (yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah, I understand

This is our thing, the master entered (what up?)
To teach amateurs who think they're pro (what up?)
We got the style, we got the drugs
You don't get where we are walking in Crocs

You attract pure idiots
Those who call any skin beef
Those who shoot a lot and never hit the target
Adore a mirror because the moon is far

In the end, I hope it works for them
I don't give a damn, but it's good that they eat
I don't know how to write songs either
I just start playing and press all the buttons

God gave me the gifts
Flying like planes
Looking from above, higher than drones
You know you can't beat us, even if you copy the style

A bunch of fools, I sew them, I promise
I love money, I love women
Baby, I don't want ramen
I want a woman who adds up, not a b*tch who robs me
In rap, I'm the Nobel, bring another double of Dobel

A dog like a Doberman, you pay with copper to get in
Got no love for the others
I keep dreaming of my neighborhood, I keep dreaming of my flock
I drop a rap, bullets come out, now I'm accused of murder
Here it's always sunny, every day is Sunday

Oh, you know I came to make money
In every delivery, I call Jeff Bezos (a hundred)
Doing yoga and incense
The best team from the East to the West Coast (for real)

You know we're doing really well, so let's go
We're raising the price
We're fooling the fools
Pay attention, the violent team has arrived

Those who bring you the new sh*t
The whole team, full clique
F*ckin' a lot of groupies
We did it for the new ki
We killed Cupid
It's part of my routine, speaking from the [?]
Living the movie

Shut your mouth, f*cking kid (Yeah)
Talking behind backs will be your end
Pure f*cking Homegrown, pure f*cking Win Team (Yeah)
Baldies, like a f*cking Shaolin monk (Shaolin)

My buddy at night gets really trippy
Hooded with a knife, face white like Scream
El Cachas cuts you live, and I'm not talking about the stream
The group that messes up your dreams

Fast and furious, I'm already in the pure ring
Your girl is nasty, I like green
If you can't come up with a jam, then hit the gym (Yeah)
Standing on my a** since Latin came out (yoga)

I blend into this world like a cloud on the horizon
Living in the mountains where you breathe the forest
I was raised by the beach, with salty feet
With tired eyes and high spirits

But things change if you play your cards right
Hunger lifts you up tired of the rebound
Compost of chili, flying a kite
My rap is not a little a**, my rap is a big a**

You're a corn in the sh*t
Who never achieved anything, nor stayed afloat
For me, this is an art
Homegrown shapes character
You know who's the part, who makes this explode

Ah, whether in the afternoon, at night, or in the morning (all day)
At all hours, my team wins
By the way, hey, dude, we're the bomb
If you don't believe me, play Fana's record

If not, play Yoga's record, Phul King's, Bastön's, and Dee's
If it's not clear to you, you son of a b*tch, listen to me
Lyrical master, A.K.A. the sh*t in Mexico
With hits that are already classics, I owe everything to my audience

I'm sure the one who listens to me is unique
And you with your generic rap will never be an icon
Bad*ss kid for rap, there's no one who can match
My mom is jealous of how I love this sh*t

Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children, that's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody