Los Mismos (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people

From top to bottom
We are the ones causing a mess
I don't back down
Here in the stretch I bring another hit
All messed up, well smoked and skinny
Bring me your rooster and I'll take care of them

I throw a plate
Pure Babylon, pure Santa
We hit hard, I'm not afraid of death
Classic, I make plastic rappers
Panic, lunatics and very problematic
With my rosary, with my gun I go
The neighborhood, hot, out of control

Money is necessary in the neighborhood
I take care of myself daily, I look like a hitman
Weed, coke, powder, inhale
Bad life, we are the Santa Fe
The law asks me if I'm crazy
Take it out, hit it, weed without seeds

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people

I was born in a poor neighborhood
With pure people who fight
With pure neighborhood crazies
Who listen to our songs

I throw fire
Like a dragon from my mouth
When it's my turn on the mic
My flame is what causes it

Hands up and let the madness begin
With Angel Quezada, for the true race
I am like this, and it will be like this until the day I die
Throwing rhymes like bullets in the shootout, that's the way

To stay at the top of the train
And have a good time
Spending only thousand bills
So they take all our honey
We're putting out paper rappers
The Millionaire, there's no one like him

Jumping like the real simpalas jump
I'm with only bad friends, okay
You and your gang of gay girls are worthless
Bullets, iron, and the baseball bat

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people

We are always the same
On the street, on the corner
Of the neighborhood, this one goes out to the community
We are always the same
Even though the street is hot
Always standing firm with my people