NEZA (part. Kid Frost)
Mi vida loca, me vale poca
Aquí te encuentras a mí, ese, that's two pistolas
Three parts pure, one part baking soda
Take it out the microwave before it bubble over
Hooters on that quota, look over your shoulders
I push weight, box plays, I don't sling boulders
I make moves, the kind that move mountains
My voice echoes under the streets, they pound it
Escuaquera, Tijuana, La Fundera
Seventeen, five, and I pull it out my sweater
I'm D.O.C., duck undercover, yeah, homes
Nobody does it better, I'm a mean go-getter
Glands of adrenaline, quick on my toes
Like I'm laced with a betterment
Seasoned rap veteran, I ain't got a floss
Every move that I make, let you know that I'm a boss
Aczino
Dice, mi barrio pesa, se llama Neza
Neza, puro pinche loco con tatuaje en la cabeza
No te metas en lo que no te interesa
Porque el coyote está hambriento y está buscando presa
Sácate de esa maleza, de la naturaleza
Vamos a hacer que la casa se ponga espesa
Si llego al estudio, pego como Julio César
Aquí tus figuras tiemblan, salta destreza
Tengo gente que está metida en la empresa
Que la cara tienen a la muerte impresa
Están buscando poner el pan en la mesa
Rifándose la limpieza o sacando la fresa
La mamá que reza porque el hijo no regresa
Monte trucha porque te devoran si bostezas
Aquí andamos representando con fuerza
Para todos mis paisanos del West Side
Esta es mi ciudad, donde está mi pueblo
Apenas si me voy, quiero estar de nuevo
Que me digan dormidos y lejos me muero
Que me traigan aquí, me entierren en tu suelo
Te vas a quemar, vivimos en el fuego
No vas a aguantar las reglas del juego
Si soy lo que soy, es porque te tengo
Si estoy donde estoy, es por donde vengo
Cuando prenden el micrófono, ya no me detengo
Saben lo que pretendo y el nivel que mantengo
Con el loop de Scoop, escupiendo un incendio
Hasta que Los Ángeles se vuelve el infierno
Andamos bien puestos, echándole el resto
A todo volumen con los vecinos molestos
Ritmos crudos, ritmos frescos
Para todos mis paisanos del West Coast
NEZA (feat. Kid Frost)
My crazy life, I care little
Here you find me, that's two pistols
Three parts pure, one part baking soda
Take it out the microwave before it bubble over
Hooters on that quota, look over your shoulders
I push weight, box plays, I don't sling boulders
I make moves, the kind that move mountains
My voice echoes under the streets, they pound it
Escuaquera, Tijuana, La Fundera
Seventeen, five, and I pull it out my sweater
I'm D.O.C., duck undercover, yeah, homes
Nobody does it better, I'm a mean go-getter
Glands of adrenaline, quick on my toes
Like I'm laced with a betterment
Seasoned rap veteran, I ain't got a floss
Every move that I make, let you know that I'm a boss
Aczino
Says, my neighborhood weighs, it's called Neza
Neza, pure crazy with tattoos on the head
Don't get into what doesn't interest you
Because the coyote is hungry and looking for prey
Get out of that undergrowth, from nature
Let's make the house thick
If I get to the studio, I hit like Julius Caesar
Here your figures tremble, skill jumps
I have people involved in the company
Whose faces have death printed on them
They're looking to put bread on the table
Risking cleanliness or getting the strawberry
The praying mother because the son doesn't return
Mount trout because they devour you if you yawn
Here we are representing with strength
For all my countrymen from the West Side
This is my city, where my people are
I barely leave, I want to be back
Tell me asleep and far away, I die
Bring me here, bury me in your soil
You're going to burn, we live in the fire
You won't withstand the rules of the game
If I am who I am, it's because of you
If I'm where I am, it's because of where I come from
When they turn on the microphone, I don't stop
They know what I intend and the level I maintain
With Scoop's loop, spitting fire
Until Los Angeles turns into hell
We're well placed, giving it our all
At full volume with annoyed neighbors
Raw rhythms, fresh rhythms
For all my countrymen from the West Coast