Juan Gotti talking
Whats some matter witchu?
You think Im fcking crazy?
2x
Vivir por la Raza
Juan Gotti
Padre Nuestro,
Homeboy, get your head right.
No Te Muevas
Tumba Puertas por libras de Hierbas
En la Selva, whatchu call the Jungle
Is my struggle to hustle con muscle
Get my change right, cause grin aint no punk fool
Im strap with the Mack, and I packin el Gap fool
Only bang screw Cause Im raised de Houston
Im the top gun the pop one and drop one
Padre Nuestro que estas en los Cielos
Please show love to my brothers and perros
Trapped in ghettos vivendo su vida
Everyone praise para salirte un dia
Sangre fria cold mother fcker
From the gutter, a mugger and gunner
Straight Disaster, Yo Jale no pasa
Yall boys know yall cant fck with my Raza
Ronnie Spencer
Fear no Evil Fear no Evil
My people amigo
They dont understand wont chu tell me
My people amigo
Orasiones, palabras de pobres
Pa pelones and sobres de entonces
No te nojes venimos de montes
Serving coke es moviendo estos jales
Kore Keys Japanese on the market
Please mi padre me cuidas mi madre
Se conpadre matando no vale
Im the Pothead so drop dead con hambre
No me siente, thats cool you dont feel me
Soy Hispano thats down for his family
Acting badly with pain in my Cora
Thats my right to find change in your Bolsa
fck a chota, I still gotta eat fool
Right or wrong if your brown they gonna get chu
No me aguito chunk duce in your sobres
Its my pain, its my life, mis Dolores
South Park Mexican
Tengo Hambre igual que el Tigre
Say Juan Gotti let em know quien sigue
Todos firmen no se que decir te
But your bitch on my nuts like some chicle
On the streets selling diamonds and nicles
Stay strapped homeboy no te aguites
Quick reflex S to the P Mex
Make you hoes extinct like the T-Rex
Im an nimal gun packing Illegal
Con Corona y Limon pero sin sal
La La Na Na Na Na Na
Dont trip asi se va
Im high I cant explain
Im standing in the rain
This song was made from pain
So here we go again