Cabronson

I'm a tough guy but here I go
Check out the style I'm in, buzzing in the neighborhood
Always tripping, I'm high, I'm a heavyweight
My style is laid back, my eyes all red
And my mind all gray

With some girls with Marquis tails
So the atmosphere feels happy
Hopscotch with chalk, playing like Cris, but he doesn't hit the
Fat guy, better luck next time, you fell short
I live my way, can say what they want
I don't stop being crazy, not even if the bitch pays for it

Damn shitty people, the flag is raised high
I don't lower it at all, pure Mexican smoking openly
THC in my system, I'm stoned from the weed
This weekend and if I don't smoke it would be a problem
But very alert, because the weed spread its wings

That I needed so much, lights up between hits and shots
Bad vibes and cobwebs
But bad weed never dies, that's why I light up quickly
There's power because this crazy guy wants it, that if I'm a tough guy
Just a slight, slight, slight
I arrive with the beer, beer, beer
This is another level, level, level
From January to December, it's going to feel awesome
When my rap is tested

I'm a tough guy, they told my mom
That one day I would end up behind bars
Stupid people who don't get the moral
They just keep talking, they look like old ladies
How I dress and how I live, all the money I receive
I watch out for my friend, not the enemy
In the neighborhood we're bandits, I'm always high
Hip hop in my culture, I feel blessed

I'm not the same as yesterday, today I want to drink
I don't want to know anything anymore, if you sold here you'll get high
You'll get lost, it was to be expected
Let's see, this is crazy, I know with Mary Jane
Dance, kiss me and get tangled in a good trip I gave myself
It's something you'll never understand

That I'm a tough guy, that my whole life is pure damnation
Lots of temptation, good trips in the room
Imagination, out of orbit in another season
Rap is my addiction, just check where the kid grew up

That I'm a tough guy, that my whole life is pure damnation
Lots of temptation, good trips in the room
Imagination, out of orbit in another season
Rap is my addiction, just check where the kid grew up

Ah, here comes just a bomb
We are the drop that spills into your glass
I smoke and I don't pass it, the race tells me I reach it
I went on the big plane, I say well, it happens
A damn chicken and it's not for the softies
With the girls, a damn stoner gentleman
I invite you to take a hit and the horn hits you
Only a few can handle how the pace goes
And not Michael Jackson's, but the joints
To many it hits hard, son, how we live it