Ni Pu%+@ Idea

We're the ones with a criminal appearance
We hang out with real criminals
We have rhymes and guns to shoot
Stories to tell, weed to smoke
I left the neighborhood, they really know me
A gun or a microphone, I didn't care
My criminals don't fear authority
And today the authority are the new criminals

Cut my pen's tongue before it disobeys me
If it fears death, then don't be born
Leave the bullets to those who know about that
And pass me the mic, a**hole, 'cause I know about this
One, two, three, testing, testing
Stress smoke, smoking, smoking
One meal a day
Bathing with cups of cold water
Nights running from the police
F*#& those days
Grandpa is not with me today, but he knows I'm not lying
I did much more than he ever imagined his grandson would
Warning: Damn money, damn vice
I want my friends as they were in the beginning
Those that greed ended up screwing
And those who went crazy for the spotlight and crystal
Ill-behaved, with the street in their veins
Before the money, the fame, and the chains

We're from the gangster era
I still remember with my homies how it was
Take his chains, phone, and wallet
Then we exchange it for alcohol and craziness (era)
I come from the gangster era
I didn't have money and I looked for it my way
It wasn't just talk, it was real wars
Real thug, didn't mess around

First the neighborhood, then Guanatos, I had it all
Then Jalisco, Mexico, and now the whole planet
You go out and ask anyone
Who's the real badass from Guanatos
Surely they see you and say: Novice
He's a tough thug who came out of Oblatos
The rich kids on the street still stop me for being a smartass
Today we give them photos, before they gave us beatings
Thanks to their applause, I'm famous
But before the fame, we screwed them real good
From illegal weed for my neighborhood homies
Legal weed on the streets of California
Like few, because some no and others neither
Some with so much and others with so little
Me without you, no way
Because who would Pablo be without Gustavo, kid
Who would Canelo be without Reinoso, brat
And even if I end up broke, I swear
I'll make my people die proud of me

They want to do it like me, but oh, yeah, sure
They don't smoke what I smoke, light one up and let's go
Now I'm going to do what they want but won't
They copy but don't, yeah right
They want to do it like me, but oh, yeah, sure
They don't smoke what I smoke, light one up and let's go
Now I'm going to do what they want but won't
They copy but don't, yeah right

No, don't threaten me, come on
No, they're going to kill me but from laughter
No, leave the house without saying goodbye
And don't talk to me about killing if you're afraid to die

We're from the gangster era
I still remember with my homies how it was
Take his chains, phone, and wallet
Then we exchange it for alcohol and craziness (era)
I come from the gangster era
I didn't have money and I looked for it my way
It wasn't just talk, it was real wars
Real thug, didn't mess around

They want to do it like me, but oh, yeah, sure
They don't smoke what I smoke, light one up and let's go
Now I'm going to do what they want but won't
They copy but don't, yeah right
They want to do it like me, but oh, yeah, sure
They don't smoke what I smoke, light one up and let's go
Now I'm going to do what they want but won't
They copy but don't, yeah right