Liga Malandra (feat. Santa Grifa, Zimple, Duende y Quetzal)

It's Tren Lokote
Duende
Santa Grifa
Simple

Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry

Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry

Let those who know me talk about me
Because one day I could be the one who doesn't recognize him
What the hell do you know about my crazy life?
Recognize that not even flies come near my neighborhood
Because the guns and corn cobs go off

I'm used to walking just by word of mouth
But if I see them face to face and they don't want trouble
That's how the cops are, they're the seals or you focus
Unintentionally seeing how it affects us
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm a mess
How can I not be crazy? I carry my father's blood

Sur 13 controls, I don't care about the barking dog
And this afternoon I feel like kicking ass
Play, let's see who hits harder
You know me well, you know I'm crazy, buddy
You wanted crazy sounds, so here's the delivery

If the shoe fits, put it on, you son of a bitch
These baldies are going to fall for their plasticity
To all the corners and all the alleys
We don't live like Lulu here, don't get excited
It makes me laugh that they throw and fuck for mentions
Alright, just crazy, don't mess up the stick
Bad, fucking vibes from my life, I get rid of them

Really fucking demonic
I'm here all the time, watch out so they don't pass on the information
So many barking dogs when they wear chains
But they run away when stones are thrown at them
Here we don't gamble, dude, go tell your chick
We make her twerk with the beat that the witch sends

We were born to shine, let's start
It's my turn to enjoy, ready to succeed
It's time to fly, there's nothing to think about
Get ready because anything can happen
When we get together, the hill lights up

With Santa Grifa, the weed lights up
In the neighborhood, people bring the party
That Zimple and Duende showed up
Those who grew up, what the hell do they think?
We have an arsenal just like my brother Tren
None surprise me because I know who's who
Of bastards and bullshit, better not panic
We're at 100 listening to corridos tumbados
Rolling the rooster partying with the connected bear
Working tirelessly, results are coming
Mexican rap is getting heavier

Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry

Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry

Here I am in Chapala, the piki is dead
My jaina is forged, finally ready for miki
A drink for the ground, I'm still in mourning
All my brothers up in heaven
My fame is not in vain, if they say it's better, believe it
Don't lock me up because then I'll escape

And if it's for my people, we'll face anything
Either we all eat or we all endure
The tsuru burnt not from the heat
I send it to shit, change its color
Not too much fuss, open up, it's Pancho
Here the Plebes del Rancho are booming

Burning the mat, serenade tatata
First family then comes the money
Honor in the good, loyalty in the bad
Don't plot, don't thank life in Canalas
Don't ask me, no matter how many people you gather
How many little guns you point with lies
You'll need more than your pulque balls
Fuck the police every time they search us

This is for those who think there are borders in rap
If there is a fucking border, where is it?
I don't see it, damn, I don't see it and if I see it, I don't believe it
The money comes to us by mail
And if you really need to know, homie, I'm from the south
But don't come here like an old lady that I'll mess up
I don't believe in violence against women
But these fuckers rappers deserve a beating
Bear, what do you think? Well, it's tough
Crazy, what's tough is so many mother fuckers at once
Dude, what did you do? We went hard
From now on you're looking at those who control Mexico in rap
Without talking much about Tamaulipas popsicles for the whole planet
Stuffing the notebook, shitting on the sidewalk
The connection is made, Mexican is respected
God doesn't hang but squeezes, if you don't know, don't get involved
If you don't understand, explain to them that a semi-goblin
Here drugs are consumed but not sold
A few lines of coke, a whiskey on the rocks
Be very alert when it's your turn, it's your turn

Just as you see us with Zimple and Tren
The SG crazies throwing down, what's up my good
The most Pacheco style but I don't walk crooked
And a damn good weed that will leave you really dry
Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry

Crazy on the sidewalk, no lowering the flag
The heart races, you'll see us standing firm
I know I'm outside but when I die
I know you'll have to cry