Yo Pienso En El Hoy (feat. Tren Lokote)

From Yucatán the connection was made
With the Guanatos arsenal for sure
They don't stop us from smoking weed to listen to gangsta music
These are styles that came from the corner of the block

I'm sharing a moment with a good
Homie, I know where I come from
And where I'm going, I don't think
About tomorrow, I think about today
Just about today

Look how nice, the speaker is booming
With the damn gang, I'm smoking contraband
And I roll again because I can't stop flying
I don't care if you can think, that's how I've been living for a long time

I'm wandering like a stray dog
In the neighborhood I love so much, from the canton to the smokehouse
If I get upset, I speed up in a bad way
I'm a jerk with a knife for the jerk's leather, the most cowardly

This was worth it, run back to your God and tell him
That these 2 are back together burning
The one that makes you cough wrapped in rice paper
There's no happy ending on the street, your end will be atrocious

Brother, music for the stoners
Throwing up signs, making signals
With hands, watch my brothers
Almost all are villains, this product
Is 100 percent Mexican

From Yucatán the connection was made
With the Guanatos arsenal for sure
They don't stop us from smoking weed to listen to gangsta music
These are styles that came from the corner of the block

I'm sharing a moment with a good
Homie, I know where I come from
And where I'm going, I don't think
About tomorrow, I think about today
Just about today

Good stoners, bandits with elegance
And the cops come after me because of the fragrance
And I find the substance in the pharmacy
I can't get rid of being a gangster, unfortunately

I give advice to all my crew, the key
To be here is to have perseverance
Don't give a damn about what they say about your house
Because in the world, you have a lot of race

Grab a spot, homie, really armored
So you have at least enough for bail
Because you never know being in finance, the cct
And the arsenal here in the belly

We have the pure cream, the sticky one
The pure honey, we throw different inks
Like this record here on my skin, my boss
Tells me to chill, to this day I haven't
Caught the rev, he tells me to be loyal
To my family and friends