Se Juntaron Las Mafias

This one's for my homies from the hood
We're crazy stoners
It goes out to all my crew
Crew of smoke and geni the mobsters
What are they gonna do, the mafias came together

Buddy
The party doesn't stop until tomorrow
I bring craziness for the whole week
Tell your sister
That I'll take away her desires

When she craves a buzz
With a taste of marijuana
I'm all in, representing tough
Since I started hanging out with pure dudes, hallucinating chin
My mother-in-law says I look like a thug

Because I prefer a rosary
Over bling accessories but oh well
I'm always on point with the cops
Smoking weed with all my crew
If you mess up, you pay because you pay

The mobsters and the damn sons of bitches came together
This is for my homies from the hood
For the corners and the neighborhoods
We're crazy stoners
Mexican troublemakers

It's for all my crew
Get papers and roll the weed
Crew of smoke, geni, the mobsters
What are they gonna do, the mafias came together
What are they gonna do with the Mexican mafias

The land of tequila where Tecate and marijuana roam
C-kan turned on the radio and they heard in the bandanas
The good and the gem in the marijuana streets
Bring bottles from the field to the collapse
Let's toast with the new and simple that buzzes

No one can knock us down, we're still thugs
Don't you see my devil from the street to the stage
There are several of us going up
And we have a couple of guys who throw at us
They criticize, they talk, they're just like a parrot

They just watch the mafia and run with the cops
We live in the mist of rock and marijuana
Between fights, robberies week after week
With pig and jester by my side and they go straight ahead
Cross gave me the green light, learn why you learn

This is for my homies from the hood
For the corners and the neighborhoods
We're crazy stoners
Mexican troublemakers
It's for all my crew
Get papers and roll the weed
Crew of smoke, geni, the mobsters
What are they gonna do, the mafias came together
Light up another joint because the boss is partying
Corrido schedule, my hood doesn't take naps

If you're against it, you'll find problems
Knocked down, don't fear them
Fights for your tatema
Fights or they'll sew you with bullets
Buddies, there's no time for nonsense here

They tremble when they see the dudes
Puebla crazy stoners
What's up, there's new if there's rolling paper
Where I roll, don't play the pimp
Because they'll mess you up like tequila and sweet potato

I'm with the simple that shoots when you pass by
Be the co-pilot, he drives the lassek
Gem twenty-five mtl with the ones I hang out with
There are no artists here, just thugs
This is for my homies from the hood
For the corners and the neighborhoods
We're crazy stoners
Mexican troublemakers
It's for all my crew
Get papers and roll the weed
Crew of smoke, geni, the mobsters
What are they gonna do, the mafias came together