Pa Los Barrios y La Clickas (feat. La Santa Grita y Tren Lokote)

What's up Yusak, what's up Reghoz
Hey, what's up, dogs?
What's up? Damn Mara
The craziest ones rather than the nicest
Santa Grifa, with the Mara

We're dropping rhymes for the neighborhoods and the cliques
Those bastards only tell everything they're told
The real ones in rap, you know where they reside
In La Perla Tapatía, Yucatán, and Tamaulipas

Better watch out, leva, when you see the spark shine
Because they say neither the Devil nor La Catrina sleep
On the corner of my neighborhood, it already looks like a cantina
Always drinking Tecates and smoking fine herb

I can't deny
That I like to smoke before recording
If it's going to hit
Then they have to pull or they're going to screw up

I can't deny
That I like to smoke before recording
If it's going to hit
Then they have to pull or they're going to screw up (let's go)

We don't hang out with levas anymore, blessed be the problems
If you don't know fear, we'll make sure you do
You're going to feel like you're flying, spins, spins, spins
We won the game, son, chalupas and good times

The cool gang, we roll all along the coast
We're throwing neighborhood vibes, we bring the stinky crew in the car
I know two-three bastards that I know for sure
From Tampico to Yucas, dangerous people

The Train from Guadalajara, The Grifos, and The Damn Mara
To hell with the two-faced, don't come here acting like a kid
This track is a bullet, just aim and shoot
The girls jump and jump as if they were Impalas

I was born in the tough neighborhood and in the neighborhood I'll die (I'll die)
I fell in love with the chaos from the moment I saw it (that I saw it)
And if they kill me, like Michael Myers I'll come back (I'll come back)
I'll look for you one by one, I'll mess with all of you

There are several guys
In Guanatos, it's the meeting point
Tren Lokote, Santa Grifa, and Damn Mara in the canton
Mexican rap is growing, this is going to get tough

We keep giving something to talk about
We step where you want to step
I spend time in the neighborhood smoking and smoking
I swear, it's a never-ending story

All the bastards who don't stop talking
They're going to screw up, they won't catch up to me
To hell with their mothers to start
I have a list to shoot, pah

I can't stay still, they say I'm crazy, the rumors say
The cemetery full of traitors, in a grave without a cross and without flowers
While I keep hanging out with these crazy ones, 24-7 high as a kite
Daily high, weed without seeds, this Mexican rap sounds awesome

Pure crazy well united, land of bandits, the damn chaos continues
Put on the corridos, turn up the sound, what are you going to tell me?, if I've already lived it
And I ask for nothing, I take the risk alone, we're counting, that's how we are, the cholos
Nothing matters, we come for everything, doing things our way

At once, free as a fish, just what it is, burn their feet
Because that's how it is, a game of chess, and life is only lived once
I spend the whole month messing around, just hanging out with the crew I'm with
Burning herb, let my gang rise, Yucas, Guanas, and Tampico representing

We're dropping rhymes for the neighborhoods and the cliques
Those bastards only tell everything they're told
The real ones in rap, you know where they reside
In La Perla Tapatía, Yucatán, and Tamaulipas

We're dropping rhymes for the neighborhoods and the cliques
Those bastards only tell everything they're told
The real ones in rap, you know where they reside
In La Perla Tapatía, Yucatán, and Tamaulipas

Hey
Hey-hey-hey
Pure damn heavyweight
Hell yeah, La Santa Grifa
The damn white girl, all the way to Tampico, Tamaulipas
Wacha