Somos Chidos

Uoh, with Bicho Ramírez
So you don't forget

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready

I never start the fight but I always finish it
I don't get drunk on gossip
I don't live off tongues
What I think of their envy is pure inspiration to me
Every time they criticize me, I come up with a song

A new flow and another reason
To shut their mouths
So they shut up because Babo is the boss of the little dogs
Seven albums and counting for those who keep trying
To shut us down with a verse and a half-assed chorus

For me, keep trying
Inventing nonsense
I don't know who the idiot is that believes all that crap
I laugh my ass off every time they interview them
Because they end up talking about the bald one and the guitarist
Of the biggest hip-hop artists in the country
And even if it burns their ass, they have to talk about me

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready

Just like that, compadres, how we live
With our eyes red but alert for the shots
We continue being cool with pride, pure Santa
The craziest gang that when it buzzes, it traps you

It activates you or calms you down with Malaca lyrics
If they mess up, there's no way they escape me
A kick in the legs to bring them down from their flight
What really gets us going is seeing them crying on the ground

Damn guys, idiots never reached realness
And even if they talk their talk, we control the streets
Fine-tuning details to raise the bar
Those who stay below, didn't know how to make it

We're activated, my good one
Bicho along with Cartel at 100
We're the tip of the train

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready

In their damn, fucking life they'll sing like we sing
They'll fill like we fill
They'll walk where we walk
They'll think like we think in their damn, fucking life
Because we're for real and you're fake

You weren't made on the corner
You were made in the studio
And I admit that I'm impressed by the way you hallucinate
That you kidnap and kill, that you're worse than the hitmen
And you have several gangs of imaginary friends

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready