Somos Chidos
Uoh, con el Bicho Ramírez
Pa' que no lo olvides
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro
Yo nunca empiezo la bronca pero siempre la termino
Con los chismes, no me enguilo
De las lenguas, yo no vivo
Lo que opino de su envidia para mí es pura inspiración
Cada vez que me critican, se me ocurre una canción
Un nuevo flow y otra razón
Pa' callarles el hocico
Pa' que guachen porque el babo es el papá de los perritos
Siete discos y contando pa' los que siguen tratando
De apagarnos con un verso y un corito medio ñango
Por mí, síganle intentando
Inventando pendejadas
No sé quién será el pendejo que les cree tanta mamada
Yo me cago a carcajadas cada que los entrevistan
Porque terminan hablando del pelón y guitarrista
De los más grandes artistas del hip-hop en el país
Y aunque les arda el fundillo tienen que hablar de mí
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro
Así mero, compadres, como nosotros vivimos
Con los ojos bien rojos pero pilas pa' los tiros
Le seguimos de chidos con orgullo, puro santa
La banda más loca que cuando zumba te atrapa
Te activa o te aplaca con letra Malaca
Si cagan el palo, ni madres que se me escapan
Patadón en las patas, pa' bajarlos de su vuelo
Lo que más nos entona es verlos llorando en el suelo
Pinches batos, pendejos nunca llegaron a reales
Y aunque tiren su rollo les controlamos las calles
Afinando detalles para subir el nivel
Los que se quedan abajo, no la supieron hacer
Activados andamos mi buen
Bicho junto con Cartel al 100
Somos la punta del tren
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro
En su perra, puta vida cantarán como cantamos
Llenarán como llenamos
Andarán por donde andamos
Pensarán como pensamos en su perra, puta vida
Porque somos de a de veras y ustedes son de a mentiras
No se hicieron en la esquina
Se hicieron en la cabina
Y acepto que me impresiona la manera en que alucinan
Que secuestran y asesinan que son peor que los sicarios
Y tienen varias pandillas de amigos imaginarios
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros
Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierr
We're Cool
Uoh, with Bicho Ramírez
So you don't forget
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready
I never start the fight but I always finish it
I don't get drunk on gossip
I don't live off tongues
What I think of their envy is pure inspiration to me
Every time they criticize me, I come up with a song
A new flow and another reason
To shut their mouths
So they shut up because Babo is the boss of the little dogs
Seven albums and counting for those who keep trying
To shut us down with a verse and a half-assed chorus
For me, keep trying
Inventing nonsense
I don't know who the idiot is that believes all that crap
I laugh my ass off every time they interview them
Because they end up talking about the bald one and the guitarist
Of the biggest hip-hop artists in the country
And even if it burns their ass, they have to talk about me
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready
Just like that, compadres, how we live
With our eyes red but alert for the shots
We continue being cool with pride, pure Santa
The craziest gang that when it buzzes, it traps you
It activates you or calms you down with Malaca lyrics
If they mess up, there's no way they escape me
A kick in the legs to bring them down from their flight
What really gets us going is seeing them crying on the ground
Damn guys, idiots never reached realness
And even if they talk their talk, we control the streets
Fine-tuning details to raise the bar
Those who stay below, didn't know how to make it
We're activated, my good one
Bicho along with Cartel at 100
We're the tip of the train
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready
In their damn, fucking life they'll sing like we sing
They'll fill like we fill
They'll walk where we walk
They'll think like we think in their damn, fucking life
Because we're for real and you're fake
You weren't made on the corner
You were made in the studio
And I admit that I'm impressed by the way you hallucinate
That you kidnap and kill, that you're worse than the hitmen
And you have several gangs of imaginary friends
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills
We're cool, dude
Really chill, dude
We enjoy being relaxed but if they look for trouble, we're ready