Sureños

I don't need to introduce myself
You know well who I am
Here I am and I'm not leaving
This is street rap
So you know

From the poorest neighborhoods, the toughest neighborhoods
The Sur Trece rules, enemies don't come out safe
Crazy, that's how I like to walk since I was a kid
24/7 I'm high on weed and pills

Few but crazy, crazy like few
My enemies already know the mess I cause
They know I don't give a damn, that I'm at the front in the war
It smells like weed, gun, and death, Tren Lokote is present

The fights come on their own, one fight after another
We are the target of enemies and cops
Whoever backs down loses, here we smoke green
We are pure dogs that don't bark, only bite

Proud to have been born here in my beloved Mexico
Roll to the right and walk with pure noise
The first rule here in the neighborhood is respect
Mexican southerners are ready for the fight

In Mexico, we are thousands who wear blue bandanas
Dogs that bite and release you like a pitbull
Red and shiny eye, famous for being rude
I dress really flashy since I was a kid

Damn, people say we are abnormal
Just for consuming illegal substances
For carrying lethal weapons, in the clique we are loyal
We are the worst of the worst, some damn animals

Get into your house because my dogs are coming
The streets are hotter than your cousins' whores
Respect for those who respect, homies who are real
Here we light up the weed and the gun

Respect for the race, you can't escape the bandana
Wherever you go, we are all over the map
Don't believe what I say, come see for yourself that it's true
Mexican southerners are ready for the fight

(We are ready for the fight)
(We are ready for the fight)