Latinos Unidos 9part. Lil Rob)
Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, Coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, Latinos unidos
rap raps With rolos, moviendo los kilos
Homies and cholos, rolling with the killers
Bitches and dealers, jalando tranquilos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos
De lejos se guachan
Los toros con baba, de lejos se miran caravanas
De Juanatos a Los Ángeles
Ahora los chacas son los que cobran las botas
Y a los cholos son los que persigue la chota
Que por que fuman mota
O que porque andan en flota
O a veces nada más porque les hinchan las pelotas
Mala calle es para acá, dime quien nos parara
Se pelaron la banana, y mucha marihuana na
Mucho, mucho mucho loco, perico coca y foco
Ya por un par de peso, te da cualquier cuelga mocos
Pero volvió el rap, volvieron los rebotes
Se vuelve el encesto, en sil otro y esos motes
Aunque a mí me huele a que les duele cabrones
Que hoy la música urbana, la muevan los pelones
Por LA, PR, Venezuela, YRD
Chile, Paraguay Y Brasil, Colombia y Argentina wey
Se oye mucho rap latino, C el asesino
Lo que hoy suena el morro, y lo que el abuelo y el vecino
Si ya me costó un huevo, le voy a poner los dos
We the best, el perro and the homie Lil Rob
Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos
Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos
Soy Lil Rob, de San Diego, California
When it comes to Hip Hop, make it pop like a pistola
No quiero bronca, watch out for chotas
'Cause they pull me over looking for, cuetes and drogas
Pistola and coca, Heroine and mota
But I'm just cruising in the bomba con mi novia
La vida loca, I know I look it
Cops are the good guys right, least they crooked
I didn't nothing, but I held up and left el bote
Because I'm tired of goin' through all this bullshit
This always happens to me, this shit will never fail
Guilty till proven innocent, let the truth prevail
You think I wanna live my fucking life behind those bars
I'd rather be outside when duty calls, make booty calls
You know what I mean, it's kinda hard being the mexican
I never? Goin' back to the gacilican
I had to bring the drugs here, it ain't my fault
How come I ain't got no love here, it aint my fault
Ya tú sabes, lil Rob, Califa style
Con my homeboy de México, México, C-Kan
Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos
Trocas con broncas, y narco corridos
Por la frontera de Estados Unidos
Puercos vendidos, coyotes bandidos
Malandros prendidos, latinos unidos
Oye!
Eco
The lab
Clasificación C
United Latinos (feat. Lil Rob)
Trucks with issues, and narco ballads
Across the border of the United States
Corrupt pigs, bandit coyotes
Criminals caught, united Latinos
Rap raps with homies, moving the kilos
Boys and gangsters, rolling with the killers
Chicks and dealers, chilling real easy
Criminals caught, united Latinos
From afar they see
The bulls with drool, from afar they see caravans
From Juanatos to Los Angeles
Now the thugs are the ones collecting the boots
And the gangsters are the ones the cops chase
Just 'cause they smoke weed
Or just 'cause they roll in a crew
Or sometimes just 'cause they’re pissing off the cops
Bad streets are over here, tell me who will stop us
They took off with the stash, and a lot of weed nah
A lot, a lot, a lot of crazy, coke and dope
For a couple bucks, they'll give you any junk
But rap is back, the rebounds are back
It’s a slam dunk, in silence and those nicknames
Though it smells to me like it hurts you bastards
That today urban music is moved by the bald heads
From LA, PR, Venezuela, YRD
Chile, Paraguay, and Brazil, Colombia and Argentina dude
You hear a lot of Latin rap, C the killer
What the kid is bumping today, and what the grandpa and the neighbor
If it cost me a fortune, I’ll put in both my balls
We the best, the dog and the homie Lil Rob
Trucks with issues, and narco ballads
Across the border of the United States
Corrupt pigs, bandit coyotes
Criminals caught, united Latinos
Trucks with issues, and narco ballads
Across the border of the United States
Corrupt pigs, bandit coyotes
Criminals caught, united Latinos
I’m Lil Rob, from San Diego, California
When it comes to Hip Hop, make it pop like a gun
I don’t want trouble, watch out for the cops
'Cause they pull me over looking for, guns and drugs
Gun and coke, heroin and weed
But I’m just cruising in the ride with my girl
Living the crazy life, I know I look it
Cops are the good guys right, at least they’re crooked
I didn’t do nothing, but I held up and left the jail
'Cause I’m tired of going through all this bullshit
This always happens to me, this shit will never fail
Guilty till proven innocent, let the truth prevail
You think I wanna live my fucking life behind bars
I’d rather be outside when duty calls, make booty calls
You know what I mean, it’s kinda hard being Mexican
I’m never going back to the jailhouse
I had to bring the drugs here, it ain't my fault
How come I ain't got no love here, it ain't my fault
You already know, Lil Rob, Cali style
With my homeboy from Mexico, Mexico, C-Kan
Trucks with issues, and narco ballads
Across the border of the United States
Corrupt pigs, bandit coyotes
Criminals caught, united Latinos
Trucks with issues, and narco ballads
Across the border of the United States
Corrupt pigs, bandit coyotes
Criminals caught, united Latinos
Hey!
Echo
The lab
Classification C