De La Calle

It's time to act so get ready
If you don't like the group, separate
Bad words is what I'm going to say
Because I'm from the street and my name is Vico C

I thought you were going to end
But, idiot, now I'm going to start with you
Damn, son of a bitch, idiot, bastard
These are valuable words from this song

My DJ has hands of iron
That guy is tough and his name is DJ Negro
He scratches you and splits you in two
The one who sings to you and makes you enjoy is me

Chapo Rosario wanted to fight me
Without fear, I took off my coat
I pulled out a shotgun and told him to shut up
I shot him three times because I'm from the st—, because I'm from the st—, because I'm from the street

Whose am I
From the street

I'm from the street, don't be afraid of me
I don't want problems, I don't want to fight
But, little idiot, if you get tough
I'll hit you hard and send you packing

I'll come at you from below, break your neck
I'll break your face and your skin too
If it's hard, I hit with everything, son of a bitch
I shoot three times and make you cry

There they are murdered, there they are liquidated
There they carry the sacks like that
If you don't bring your girlfriend by land
Because they can eat the doctrine

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Because I'm
From the street
From the street

There's no one I want everything
Then I set all limits
I summarize it, I come as a kid
As a kid, I entertain myself in the street

The street always has flavor
And now the girls are much better
They're bigger and they're for me
Because the street Indian is called
Vico C

Listen to me and remember
With this song, the street will go down in history
Listen to me and keep it in mind
Vico C will keep rapping until death

I dedicate this song to the neighborhood
If you're not from the street, I laugh at you
A hundred times a day we comb our hair
Because the man from the street is the most beautiful man

Beautiful and handsome and beautiful we stay
If the agents come, we destroy them
I break the windows of mom's van
The driver chases me and then I beat him

I break the store window of the sweets
Then I go to the village and eat the sweets
Now that this paragraph is over
I repeat where I come from

From the street
That's where I'm from
From the street

And I repeat, don't mess with me
I'm tough, without shame, man
I take off all the chains
You have, I take your money and leave you
With nothing

The street is my vice
The street is my life
The street has me, I'm going to live

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From the street
From the street

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Because I'm from the st—
Because I'm from the st—
Because I'm from the street

I'm from the street, don't be afraid of me
I don't want problems, I don't want to fight
But, little idiot, if you get tough
I'll hit you hard and send you packing

I'll come at you from below, break your neck
I'll break your face and your skin too
If it's hard, I hit with everything, son of a bitch
I shoot three times and make you cry

There they are murdered, there they are liquidated
There they carry the sacks like that
If you don't bring your girlfriend by land
Because they can eat the doctrine

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Because I'm
Tell them, I'm from the street
From the street

Because I'm from the street