LYRICS GAME

And he carries his AK

Behind his scapular that protects him from hell

He’s got four crazy dudes in the seats

They’re wearing vests and ready for the shoot-out

And a quick fat line

Black hood that only lets the eyes show

They’re hooded, you can’t even see their faces

If you see a real warlike convoy, f*ck yeah that’s us

Don’t come through here

Or the AKs will thunder

Nothing but a warlike clique with them

Patrolling the city

Pure 4-3

It goes all the way to Guanajuato

Let the bundles keep coming, buddy Chinito

Pure Street Mafia, buddy

Pure Calle 24, yeah

And here it goes, old man, Black

Like the Panther

Simple character, demanding in his own way

The pampered 9 that glints on my thigh

I’m very cautious and I don’t show it just anywhere

Private unit

Report on the radios, we’re just a few on the job

He fires the bolt-action, shots and radios crackle

Nobody alive, let’s bounce quick

And up with Guanajuato

You already know, greetings to my bro plebín

And here’s a shout-out to all the hated ones over in Cuahutémoc, big guy

For the whole clique, you already know, we’re on watch

Pure 13