El Cannabisco
Aunque pudiera no cambiara nada
Hasta las piedras que me tira el universo no es por nada, es bendición para aprender
Y de echo anoche me acordé
Poca abajo en el jaguar en pleno aire
Iban tirando balazos pa acabar con el desmadre
2003 por ser exacto pues el carro era del año
Yo esposado en una cama de hospital con
Los doctores y policiaas en mi cara
Así me despertaron
Por crecer en el barrio
Fumando y malandriando
Del valle de san diego
40 más que yo ando
¡Yeah!
It's go, it's due
Match one, player
Donde se han ido tantos años
Hubiera sido beibolista de los perros millonarios
Aunque la mota deja mucho
Ganando clientes es a diario
Mi nombre queda en el saludo
Pongale oído pa que ecuche, mucho gusto
Vendo frutas y verduras y no elotes
Aunque el discreto hasta el queso si llega plata no se nada de eso
Por crecer en el barrio
Fumando y malandriando
Del valle de san diego
40 más que yo ando
The Cannabisco
Even if I could, it wouldn't change a thing
Even the stones the universe throws at me are for a reason, it's a blessing to learn
And actually, I remembered last night
A little down in the jaguar, up in the air
They were firing shots to end the chaos
2003 to be exact, 'cause the car was brand new
I was handcuffed in a hospital bed with
Doctors and cops in my face
That's how they woke me up
Growing up in the hood
Smoking and hustling
From the valley of San Diego
40 more than I carry
Yeah!
It's go, it's due
Match one, player
Where have all those years gone?
I could've been a baseball player for the rich dogs
Even though the weed brings a lot
Gaining clients is a daily grind
My name stays in the greeting
Listen up so you can hear, nice to meet you
I sell fruits and veggies, not corn
Though the discreet ones, even cheese, if cash comes in, I don't know anything about that
Growing up in the hood
Smoking and hustling
From the valley of San Diego
40 more than I carry