Puro
Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo querramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Oh, reparto con mi familia, son platos formando líneas
Mis gatos, su mala vida, lo gasto en marca y comida
Arrancando pa' la avenida, comprando droga y bebida
Mirando mal a esos niggas, la noche se pone real
Ni-ni-nigga, el tiempo quiere ver mal
Veo gente alzando el dedo cuando quiero vacilar
Hay dinero que ganar, dinero que gastar
El barrio está llorando, otra vez volvió a pasar
Mi mierda es real, reformando cosa' serias
Habilidad infectada renacida de bacterias
Nigga, contrabando por la feria
Está creciendo el rencor y toda la puta miseria
Nigga, estamos dando la cara
Crecimos hartos de escuchar su porquería mala
¿Buscas estilo? En el barrio te lo regalan
Tan pura la buena vida que se hace mala
Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Aunque no lo querramos, estamos involucrados
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Pure
Untied shoelaces, squinted eyes
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Even if we don't want to, we're involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Just afternoons with all the boys from the neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Releasing smoke throughout my neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Oh, sharing with my family, dishes forming lines
My cats, their bad life, I spend on brands and food
Heading to the avenue, buying drugs and drinks
Looking bad at those guys, the night gets real
N-n-nigga, time wants to see bad
I see people raising their finger when I want to have fun
There's money to earn, money to spend
The neighborhood is crying, it happened again
My shit is real, reforming serious things
Infected skill reborn from bacteria
Nigga, smuggling at the fair
Resentment is growing and all the damn misery
Nigga, we're facing it
We grew up tired of hearing their bad crap
Looking for style? In the neighborhood, they give it to you
So pure the good life that it turns bad
Untied shoelaces, squinted eyes
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Even if we don't want to, we're involved
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Just afternoons with all the boys from the neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang
Releasing smoke throughout my neighborhood
Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang