Locos de Jalisco

This is the Guanatos style
Pure crazy dude, pure psycho dude
The kings of the street, the mafia of the c
Mexicans representing Jalisco

Back to the hood, the crazy dude, Rulz One
We come armed, this is street with C-Kan
Locote train, lily, I'm taking down your clan
Arriving gangster style, papapa
Competing absolutely, there's no
Showing face in Guanatos, crazy dudes south side
Son rolling you, how's it going
And if you don't like it, dude, stick your finger
Street one hundred percent
I'm a violent maniac
You die in war slowly
You're in the cement
The street doesn't play
We're knocking down fierce
I'm that crazy guy who easily took down your school
I'm still in the same place, controlling with the mafia
Or with Jock graffitiing
Guanatos representing
So you see, crazy, what's going on around here
You cross the line and I'll make my guns roar

This is the Guanatos style
Pure crazy dude, pure psycho dude
The kings of the street, the mafia of the c
Mexicans representing Jalisco

Lil. Jock
I keep burning the poison
Rolling through the terrain
You mess with my people and welcome to hell
Pay attention
I call Rulaz, I give the heads up
You won't even know where the bursts will come from
Talking too much
My people say rest in peace
We have ammo to erase them from the face
C-Kan pulls out the AK
And turns it into a skeleton
We have ten minutes to get away from the cops
We don't care who you are
Or who you think you are
The competition sees us coming and their knees wobble
They want to talk to me about the street, please don't bother
I have people connected from south to north and east to west
The street crazies
A heart of iron
At fourteen I already had my first gun
Do what you're going to do
Or you may die
If you ask who I'm with, it's the mafia of the c

This is the Guanatos style
Pure crazy dude, pure psycho dude
The kings of the street, the mafia of the c
Mexicans representing Jalisco

We're guerrillas from Guanatos, gang members
It's time to bathe my blade with warm blood
Run because I'm pissed off and with my guns
Pure murderers, southern delinquents
And who's going to jump against the pissed off street
If I'm not in a good mood, you can go to hell
The gang is bald, well tattooed and respected
Damn train with C-Kan, dude, you can't do anything
The caliber is my fists, my bullets, a pair of balls
The kids who go against me seem new
The soldiers of the street and the mafia of the c have arrived
Jalisco took over the state
We have it under control
Get up early, I'm not playing
I keep smoking
Forging the cartridge
And who's going to jump
Crow and jump
You can't catch up to this damn train

This is the Guanatos style
Pure crazy dude, pure psycho dude
The kings of the street, the mafia of the c
Mexicans representing Jalisco

They wanted
I came and did it
They said
And I undid them
Tell them they'll have to surrender
Tell them I came and they're going to die
The street demands
The money rules
And those who mess up, the bullets correct them
They can sing about killing but they don't pull the trigger
They claim to be the shit and their songs don't back it up
Here in Guanatos there are no vacancies left
The crazies are killing it, it's not like before
We're the point and you're separate
From us to here, like singers coming out
It's noticeable
The cops can screw off
We have plenty of flow
And it's obvious
The street, the mafia of the c
We're killing it, what do you think you're going to do