Crónicas De Mi Vecindario (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Wua-la-la-la-la-la-la (we are the Santa, bro)
Wua-la-la-la-la-la-la (it's Zimple)
Wua-la-la-la-la-la-la (from Chapala to Guanajuato)
Yeah, yeah

Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah

Crazy, forge the other, rooster without balls (wuh)
We turn off the lights
We go for everything, broken dreams (ah)
We achieve it little by little
Flowing in favor of the votes, I meet you short
With the rhythm of my lyrics I dislocate their vertebrae
Flow is what I have in excess, watch my works
Registered on the street where they screw you or charge you
We live in hell, where no one is eternal (na, na)
We set fire to the notebook and put the January snow in winter
I remind you that I earn more every time I lose
Because I learn and end up having fun

All my race is crazy (crazy)
With Jesus in their mouth (mouth)
When it's your turn, it's your turn (turn)
The one above doesn't make mistakes (doesn't make mistakes)

Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition; eh)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah

If only you knew
How much I miss you since you're not here (you're not here)
If you were here
You'd see my reality, sometimes I can't take it anymore (can't take it anymore; yoh, yoh)
We're partying in Chapala
Causing collapses with all my Santa
My bad life, burning weed
I have plenty of bullets for my enemies
Another wake, another rosary
Death walks around here daily
A mother crying, her son dead
Money is very necessary here
That's how life is on the street
Come to put on a damn show
That simple, real facts
Originals, no one can match us (na, na, na)
I stay strong with all my team
My family is my biggest reason
We do rap from Monday to Sunday
I write my pain in my notebook (ah)
Moving kilos, Latin hip-hop
I annihilate them with pure style (style)
I'm tough for the bad, bro
Better take it easy
Listen to the sound of my heartbeats
The corrido hasn't ended for me yet
I ask God to protect me
In the neighborhood I watch out for envy

In my prayers faith is manifested
Holy my mother who raised me when I fell
Firm in my neighborhood where they saw me grow
On one side I have God and on the other side Lucifer

Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chronicles of my neighborhood (neighborhood)
With a gun and a rosary (rosary)
And I'm not afraid of the opposition (opposition; eh)
Nor of death, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, DJ Blasty
Zigo Crew
Respect until death