Santa Maria (feat. Sick Jacken)

Smoking the Santa Maria, Mother of God
Street that made us and brought us together
In the name of the father and the son, in Los Angeles
Watch over my family and my neighborhood amen

May God protect me from the cops
I'm crazy until death comes
Mommy, her son can't be tamed
He marks himself with ink plates on the skin
Smoking legally and legally without paper

Pass it, coke for the drunk
An Argentine flag to the gabacho
Those from Jalisco don't back down
Mazatlan and all of Baja

Crazy life until the cops separate us
Long live my country wherever I am
Big marijuana smoker, crazy psycho
The damn from Jalisco, I didn't earn it by nickname

Smoking the Santa Maria, Mother of God
Street that made us and brought us together
In the name of the father and the son, in Los Angeles
Watch over my family and my neighborhood amen

Nothing hits like a Sinaloan
There's no teasing like a Mazatlecan
You want Peru for you, for the crew
You have to know someone in a shady business

In fact, the pachecos already bring us
I get lost looking for something I'm dry
Old man give me some aged (?)
I leave something spilled, just for the people, death incarcerated

It's all good, it's the crazy life
But the law doesn't fucking touch me
They call me the psycho kid for those who don't know
Girls like flies but lazy ones don't matter to me

What did they think
If I've traveled the world since 23
And I come from the neighborhoods of Los Angeles
C-Kan, Zírico and with me the grifos, ehh

On the street they say, what
I hang out with pure criminals
Red eyes under the glasses
Bring the bag over here
Marijuana to smoke

That my people say, what
Fuck my president's mother
The police are thugs
Pass the beers to roll and this song is to smoke
On the street they say

Smoking the Santa Maria, Mother of God
Street that made us and brought us together
In the name of the father and the son, in Los Angeles
Watch over my family and my neighborhood amen