A Toda Hora (part. Muelas de Gallo, Dee, Yoga Fire, Fntxy y Phul King Fu)
Botones, yeah, yeah, yeah
Son de Bagdad
Let's go, let's get it
Ajá, check, check
Yeah, yeah, ajá, check, check (yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah, comprendo
Esto es lo nuestro, el maestro entró (what up?)
Pa' enseñarle a aficiona'os que se sienten pro (what up?)
Tenemos el estilo, tenemos las drugs
No se llega a donde estamos caminando en Crocs
A ti te sigue la cura puro pеndejo
Los que le llaman beef a cualquiеr pellejo
Esos que disparan mucho y nunca le dan al conejo
Adoran a un espejo porque la luna está lejos
En fin, ojalá que les funcione
A mí me valen verga, pero qué bueno que comen
Yo tampoco sé escribir canciones
Solo me pongo a jugar y aplasto to' los botones
Padre Dios me dio los dones
Volando como avione'
Mirando desde lo alto, más alto que los drones
Sabes que nos la comes, aunque el estilo lo clones
Una bola de domes, los coso, I promise
I love money, I love women
Baby, no quiero ramens
Quiero una bitch que sume, no una perra que me robe
Del rap yo soy el Nobel, trae otra doble de Dobel
Un perro como un dóber, para entrar pagas cobre
Got no love for the others
Sigo sonando a mi barrio, sigo sonando a mi corder
Tiro un rap, salen balas, ya me acusan por un murder
Aquí siempre soleado, todos los días es Sunday
Oh, sabes que vine a hacer pesos
En cada delivery le llamo a Jeff Bezos (cien)
Haciendo yoga e incienso
El mejor equipo from the East to the West Coast (for real)
Sabes que nos vamos bien recio, so let's go
'Tamos aumentando el precio
'Tamos cabuleando a los necios
Atentos, que llegó el equipo violento
Quienes te traen la new shit
Todo el equipo, full clique
Fuckin' a lotta groupies
Lo hicimos por el new ki
Asesinamo' a Cupid
Es parte de mi routine, hablando desde el [?]
Viviéndonos la movie
Cállate el hocico, pinche morro chapulín (Simón)
Hablando a las espaldas llegarás a tu fin
Puro pinche Homegrown, puro pinche Win Team (Simón)
Pelones, como pinche monje Shaolin (Shaolin)
Mi carnalillo en la noche se pone bien alucín
Encapucha'o con filero, cara blanca como Scream
El Cachas te corta en vivo y no te hablo del stream
El grupo que te jode los dreams
Rápido y furioso, ya ando en el puro rin
Tu ho es una nasty, a mí me gusta green
Si no te sale un jam, pues pégale al gym (Simón)
Parado de culo desde que salió el Latin (yoga)
Me fundo en este mundo como nube al horizonte
Viviendo en la montaña donde se respira el monte
Fui criado de la playa, con la pata salada
Con mirada cansada y el ánimo hasta el tope
Pero las cosas cambian si juegan bien sus cartas
El hambre te levanta cansado del rebote
Composte de locote, volando papalote
Mi rap no es un culito, mi rap es un culote
Tú un elote en el cerote
Que nunca pudo nada, ni permanecer a flote
Para mí esto es un arte
Homegrown forma el carácter
Ya saben quién la parte, quién hace que esto explote
Ah, ya sea en la tarde, por la noche o en la mañana (all day)
A todas horas mi equipo gana
By the way, oye, güey, somos la macana
Si no me crees dale play al disco del Fana
Si no al disco del Yoga, del Phul King, Bastön y Dee
Si no te queda claro, hijo de puta, me escuchas a mí
Maestro lírico, A.K.A. la Verga en México
Con hits que ya son clásicos, debo todo a mi público
Estoy seguro que el que me escucha es único
Y tú con tu rap genérico nunca serás un ícono
Morro chingón pa'l rap, no existe quién se cuadre
Mi jefa está celosa por cómo amo esta madre
Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children, that's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
At All Hours (feat. Muelas de Gallo, Dee, Yoga Fire, Fntxy, and Phul King Fu)
Buttons, yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight outta Baghdad
Let's go, let's get it
Uh-huh, check, check
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, check, check (yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah, I understand
This is our thing, the master entered (what up?)
To teach amateurs who think they're pro (what up?)
We got the style, we got the drugs
You don't get where we are walking in Crocs
You attract pure idiots
Those who call any skin beef
Those who shoot a lot and never hit the target
Adore a mirror because the moon is far
In the end, I hope it works for them
I don't give a damn, but it's good that they eat
I don't know how to write songs either
I just start playing and press all the buttons
God gave me the gifts
Flying like planes
Looking from above, higher than drones
You know you can't beat us, even if you copy the style
A bunch of fools, I sew them, I promise
I love money, I love women
Baby, I don't want ramen
I want a woman who adds up, not a b*tch who robs me
In rap, I'm the Nobel, bring another double of Dobel
A dog like a Doberman, you pay with copper to get in
Got no love for the others
I keep dreaming of my neighborhood, I keep dreaming of my flock
I drop a rap, bullets come out, now I'm accused of murder
Here it's always sunny, every day is Sunday
Oh, you know I came to make money
In every delivery, I call Jeff Bezos (a hundred)
Doing yoga and incense
The best team from the East to the West Coast (for real)
You know we're doing really well, so let's go
We're raising the price
We're fooling the fools
Pay attention, the violent team has arrived
Those who bring you the new sh*t
The whole team, full clique
F*ckin' a lot of groupies
We did it for the new ki
We killed Cupid
It's part of my routine, speaking from the [?]
Living the movie
Shut your mouth, f*cking kid (Yeah)
Talking behind backs will be your end
Pure f*cking Homegrown, pure f*cking Win Team (Yeah)
Baldies, like a f*cking Shaolin monk (Shaolin)
My buddy at night gets really trippy
Hooded with a knife, face white like Scream
El Cachas cuts you live, and I'm not talking about the stream
The group that messes up your dreams
Fast and furious, I'm already in the pure ring
Your girl is nasty, I like green
If you can't come up with a jam, then hit the gym (Yeah)
Standing on my a** since Latin came out (yoga)
I blend into this world like a cloud on the horizon
Living in the mountains where you breathe the forest
I was raised by the beach, with salty feet
With tired eyes and high spirits
But things change if you play your cards right
Hunger lifts you up tired of the rebound
Compost of chili, flying a kite
My rap is not a little a**, my rap is a big a**
You're a corn in the sh*t
Who never achieved anything, nor stayed afloat
For me, this is an art
Homegrown shapes character
You know who's the part, who makes this explode
Ah, whether in the afternoon, at night, or in the morning (all day)
At all hours, my team wins
By the way, hey, dude, we're the bomb
If you don't believe me, play Fana's record
If not, play Yoga's record, Phul King's, Bastön's, and Dee's
If it's not clear to you, you son of a b*tch, listen to me
Lyrical master, A.K.A. the sh*t in Mexico
With hits that are already classics, I owe everything to my audience
I'm sure the one who listens to me is unique
And you with your generic rap will never be an icon
Bad*ss kid for rap, there's no one who can match
My mom is jealous of how I love this sh*t
Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Worst come to worst, my peoples come first
Su-Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare your children, that's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody