Pa' La Calle

Listen, we're from the streets, we'll die on the streets,
Because we belong to the streets.

(pre-chorus)

In my hood, it's silent, it's already
Early morning, addicts looking for their fix
And shooters making money, listen
Well, my friend, poverty is my mother and
Happiness goes out the window.

Ha ha ha ha ha...

(verse 1)

Thank you, my god, for still breathing
For giving me the talent to help my own
To keep shining and representing the hood
(the hood hahaha!) and I apologize a thousand times for
Getting into so much trouble, but from the hits I've learned
That for showing off in a couple of avenues, I've been in deep trouble

But that's a reason to keep moving forward
I'm no longer a criminal, now I'm a singer
The cod distributes shining among the giants
If you mess with my crew, mine will kill you
(hahaha!) partner, watch out, and don't disrespect me
Or I'll send you on a couple of trips so you never get up.

(chorus)

They're feeling the pressure because I'm burning
Up, come over, I'll be waiting for you at the top. (x4)

(verse 2)

I come from the streets, if I go to the streets
I'll beat them and see them all dead
It's a long process and I swear I'll win in the
Previous rounds I told you you'd die, I'm still standing
There's no one like me, if there's someone better than me
Speak up, tell me who the f*** is now that I'm
Going to shine if you sail around here, it smells like trouble
You'll sink, too much bridge in a rush going down the
Duck care I distribute the loot without the need for a contract
There's no deal with you, there's abuse, don't talk
About bulls*** that you're a loser.

In my hood, it's silent and it's already early morning, we keep
Making money if you want a featuring, if you mess with my crew
You're screwed, if you mess with double dize, you're done.

(chorus)

They're feeling the pressure because I'm burning
Up, come over, I'll be waiting for you at the top. (x4)

(credits)

Oh, to all my crew from the streets to all the hoods (valencia)
To all those people who support me, I love you to death, this is a
Gift for the road, so they can play it on the radio...(ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha...). they're feeling the pressure, they're feeling the
Pressure, they're feeling the pressure.
With the snail, I change the color of your face.

Double dize music, supre yai, tkt, michael gizi, my nigga what's up
Full record's (prrrrr) listen phantom (yeah) we're here
Double dize music, full record's motherf***er, we keep going strong, tell
Double u, you know fatso that we have them buried (ha ha ha ha...)
They're feeling the pressure, they're feeling the pressure
They're feeling the pressure, the crew that never
Backs down.

F*** you a**hole, come at me, this is for you so you get pissed
Go ahead, come at me, I'm going to become a millionaire with you, b**** licker
(ha ha ha ha...).