Si Son Bien Jotos Featuring Mr. Pomel

Give a shoutout to DHA that we want to dedicate this song
to those who say we're not real with a very very very
special dedication to every f*g who has dissed us in a
song.

BABO
the three dudes who supposedly bad gangsters bums wanted to play a
game that I already had won I'm not evil just what it is
but my bad boy reputation I got it at sixteen so
no way I'll let them screw me over in rap I didn't learn it in a
damn bilingual school I learned it on the street where the hell
were you expecting I don't stop with machetes or rocks or
shoot lead to pull like I pull I grab the waist even
when they go to the bathroom because this babo is crazy not sure
if it's the light bulb the acid or the coke but that's how it is and will be
if you don't bleed for real then it's just talk.

If they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs if they're real
f*gs.

DHA
the new era of rapping has arrived the real deal in babylon pure
street clique I don't give a sh*t I bring street smarts for real don't even
mess with the cartel's kid I come from guadalupe to santa
where balls rule and dogs sing I have several
dudes on my hit list when you hear the gunshots you'll remember me
or what did you forget already if here everything has a price f*gs you're screwed
listen to the tyrant b*tches then we'll meet because after all we're muleteers and we walk the path.

BABO
from monday to sunday in the same place lost in the abyss
addicted focused and riding the rhythm I never f*ck without a good reason
my three eighty is enough to explode your heart listen up a**hole
I always rhyme seriously it's no longer a mystery what awaits you
the cemetery queer and that's a miracle if someone finds your
remains four meters underground cover the smell of death smoke this
because I tell the truth just compare my lyrics with my criminal history
animal I've put in eight billion and this doesn't compare to your childish rhymes go and tell
all your buddies that the hitman has arrived who kills them with the knife the damn babo no one can lynch me I turn them off when the holy death always
rides by my side.

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs

DHARIUS
you know who I am so shut up to win battles this
dog doesn't battle they couldn't handle it in rap they didn't measure up
lyrics at a high level a**hole I have my mornings not sure what they're aiming for
if later they're crying they call the cops and say dharius hit me
they think they're tough guys but they're pussies go to
hell you little crybabies if you want to have a clean shot I'll take it and if you want to grab me in the bathroom I'll fight back
no problem we'll settle it later you've been warned so be careful

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs

BABO
even if you shut your mouth it's your turn I don't feel more manly for smoking weed take note and don't lose your notebook death is
lurking in the streets and sidewalks I have a shotgun
stuck in the truck with all fives to shove it in your face the
a**hole you were waiting for to run away with your
devil gun I have the control more for being a bad boy for singing with balls and these damn idiots thinking I was new I'm just messing around with money in my pocket in case they
pull the trigger give them their cut I don't care about their
made-up bullsh*t as the brazilian says you're just full of sh*t
trouble going down I'm all about going up if you didn't open your mouth you wouldn't
have those wounds and your moms wouldn't cry look.

if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real f*gs, if they're real
f*gs