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821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us
I stay in the thick of it
He already knows how things are

821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us
I was raised in the streets of my neighborhood
I have the calendar tattooed on my jacket
Here in the streets of Apodaca, hitmen always roam
The hitmen

I'm very dangerous, I bring a tricky flow
Troublemaker, disrespectful, sneaky, deceitful
And if they see me around the block, they say I'm a mobster
I'm from the Under Side from the cradle to the grave

Fuck your mother, assholes, now it's my turn
(I have a stone in my jacket)
That your father in the kidney
I hang out with pure troublemakers in the pavilion
The mixed race and the chalkboard skin

I don't believe the bitches when they call me my love
Fuck off if you see me in a bad mood
When I die, the devil will come to my funeral
For my loyalty, I think in my other life I was a dog

I break the window if the door is closed
I'm a savage who has never given a shit
Just crazy things like Primer Impacto
821 with Danny Brasco

821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us
I stay in the thick of it
He already knows how things are

821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us
I'm blessed, sometimes I end up screwed
Times have changed, the neighborhood is already rotten
Coming out of the streets, you hear this sound
I lost count of how many I've fucked

I had to live it to be able to tell it
The neighborhood has been ours, I have no reason to buy it
I act on the first, I prefer to do it rather than talk about it
I look for fucking money, homies, to multiply it

I don't need to go to church, I already have protection
My flag backs me up and my alley takes care of me
Don't mess with mine, I don't want to open the coffin
Six feet underground is where that one ended up for talking shit

Don't get involved deeply, I send the first warning
If someone fucks up, talk to me and I'll give you a quote
I don't give a shit about the cops, I always ignore them
I'm the law of my balls, I don't ask permission from anyone

In my neighborhood and in your neighborhood, just craziness
I carry a girl who looks foreign
We take the guts out of the asshole who acts tough
And to the dog who comes cool, we roll the third

Just partying and hating the police
The black shirt, Under Side always well represented
Just weed with cherry blunt doesn't bother
Just businessmen, here none subtracts

What's up, fucking dogs?, don't make it worse, I'm cool
Turn up the corrido so Chalino resounds
Well awake, I turn into Al Pacino
If you don't know what's up, asshole, better shut your mouth

821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us
I stay in the thick of it
He already knows how things are
821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us

I don't ask God because that's tough
I keep going bald, hustling in the alley
That's how I hustle, that's how I enjoy
Thanks to my mom for the balls she gave me

All the rookies come to get schooled
Fuck off all the angry people
We come from the bottom raising the flag
Raise that hand for all the stone-hearted people

I really like the risk on a boat and on an antenna
I'm crazy by birth
The ass is the main vein
I'm always alert, ready to bite
Three points, dude, as Spider said

I keep juggling with life
I realized that it's lost
I'm sitting and can't find the way out
But it's required, forbidden, and rotten

I stay in the thick of it
He already knows how things are
821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us

I stay in the thick of it
He already knows how things are
821, my dog
Don't point fingers at us