Conexión Puerto Rico

It's the cartel of Santa from Mexico and Tego Calderon from Puerto Rico just to shut their mouths, asshole go away quietly dude (2)

Street verses like a mangy dog what are now delicacies were once carrion, I admit it but if I'm connecting the cartel of Santa with Tego Calde from Puerto Rico it's because neither Babo nor Abayarde were born rich but let me explain to you buddy I can handle it for good and for bad I've been a tattoo artist, a driver, and made bullet holes that are not even thrown away, look who I'm with so you see who I am the dog part is because I'm streetwise and the crazy part, well God knows but if they put a kilo in front of me I'll give it a hit in the drink to the whole party and if I pull it's to knock them down not to make them fly and start running if not I'm not the devil I'm Babo from the cartel representing Santa Catarina from Monterrey

It's the cartel of Santa from Mexico and Tego Calderon from Puerto Rico just to shut their mouths, asshole go away quietly dude (2)

From Puerto Rico Carolina to Mexico Santa Catarina it's the cartel with corner lyrics so it's known that on the street it's the same everywhere I'm very aware that we are already connected pure race that advances doesn't fall back united Latinos who the hell lights up and passes, I'm the ugly one but when I rise I leave you and your mom speechless but stupid fool who no longer understands and new car what's up? And the bastards act all tough I'm the people I'm Tego in the fire the son of a bitch the slum dweller the most beloved the most sincere warrior, the clear one for hair and the blond collaborating with the cartel of Santa ma' ca hey hold on I bring it big I know about myself I don't know about others I don't care ora le dude ahhh

It's the cartel of Santa from Mexico and Tego Calderon from Puerto Rico just to shut their mouths, asshole go away quietly dude (2)

Heavyweight alliance Dharius, Tego, Babo everywhere causing havoc did you imagine something different dude, we only sing for our people because we are the law if you don't understand it I get it you don't live what I'm living your words are carried away by the wind you will never connect with the ones I connect with; I don't give a damn about the ball, the snitches, the cops cops, the dicks eat soup soup if the hard part is not rhyming the hard part is bringing life afterwards to represent.

This is the cartel of Santa from Mexico and Tego Calderon from Puerto Rico just to shut their mouths, asshole go away quietly dude (2)