El Kokaino

(Rooster crowing)
It's getting light and I'm not sleepy, I'm hustling for the extremes
Nights and whole days go by, it's been four days and still no sleep
Crossed, that's how I roll, I'm cocaine, I won't deny it

Throwing a party with the crew, living life on the edge
I have no worries at all, 'cause so far I don't owe a dime
I treat myself 100%, the day they want, I'll prove it to them

Counting up what I've absorbed, in two weeks I've already gone through a kilo, of that well-known painkiller, I hit it hard and often
How I do it is very simple, with 4 grams every breath
(And let's head to the tamarind, with Javier, with the Vultures)

Already going crazy, I don't feel a thing, my body and face go numb
A madness that never stops and a damn itch
I feel my throat drying up, bring me a drink and make it Bucana

Sometimes the guys ask me if I'm keeping secrets to myself
I pout, twist myself, run to one side and don't know what's up
Quick on my feet, I argue with everyone, and if someone gets upset, I control them

For the people who just criticize, the jealous ones and the haters, let it be clear and established that being Chucky, I have no limits
The gun I carry on my waist, it fires on its own, it's very offensive

And I'm seeing pink elephants, adrenaline overflowing
Pass me a drink in a little spoon, that strawberry one is the bomb
I stutter, run, and even sweat
I'm getting high up there, buddy
(And a shoutout to all the Twins crew, Culiacan Sinaloa)
(Pure altered crew, no fear!)