Crime Side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
Crecimos entre Hip-Hop divino y cajas de vino
Movida auspiciada por litros y kilos de flow
Vinimos decididos con ritmos biеn clandestinos
Una actitud pulida y el cora comprometido
Es hora dе activar como siempre hacemos
La siesta es para esos que les sobra el tiempo
Yo sueño con que no me sobre ni falte
Nada de lo necesario y seguir adelante
Vivo al revés, fuera de los márgenes
No necesito sus reglas, así me siento fresh
Zona de crímenes, así es el mundo, hom'
Domina el que tiene la money invertida mejor
No sé qué quiero hoy, no estoy buscando love
No estoy buscando respuestas, hoy solo rimo con
La actitud y destreza de un fucking b-boy
Hoy soy el fruto del trabajo del día anterior, bro
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
Pa' estos perros no existe un simil'
Vida perra, man, keep that really
De resaca, vómito bilis
Gafas negras a lo Bruce Willis
The selection son pan y vino
Bien argento mi acento, primo
El Sol quiebra mis ojos chino'
Viendo el cielo abajo de un pino
Este enano le pone styla'
Friend, my feeling nunca se amaina
Monto el toro como un buen rider
El gato no está, las ratas bailan
Más gas, no me ves pero estoy detrás
¿Entendés o te mando un fax?
Prendo una, my time relax
Chilli, chilli, huele a grafitti
En mi sitio, my pretty city
Como Biggie rapeo speedy
¿No entendé' que my life is chilli?
Nadie sabe lo que yo oculto
Tratan siempre de marcar puntos
Sin saber nada del asunto
No deseo cambiar el mundo
Dame plata, dámelo, pa' mi family algo mejor
Quiero cash, pero siendo yo, no una sucia basura pop
Por la noche buscan cocaine, yo quemando mi Mary Jane
Saco seis, friend, I want everything
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
I grew up on the crime side
Grew-Grew up on the crime side
Yo', para los perros que viven del lado criminal de la ciudad
Esto es Puff Puff Pass
Ja, no es un mal flash
Ja, puta
Criminal Side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
We grew up between divine Hip-Hop and boxes of wine
A scene sponsored by liters and kilos of flow
We came determined with well-hidden rhythms
A polished attitude and a committed heart
It's time to activate as we always do
Napping is for those who have time to spare
I dream of not having too much or too little
Nothing necessary and keep moving forward
I live backwards, outside the margins
I don't need your rules, that's how I feel fresh
Crime zone, that's the world, homie
The one who has the money invested better dominates
I don't know what I want today, not looking for love
Not looking for answers, just rhyming with
The attitude and skill of a freaking b-boy
Today I am the result of the work of the previous day, bro
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
For these dogs, there is no comparison
Dog's life, man, keep that really
Hangover, bile vomit
Black glasses like Bruce Willis
The selection is bread and wine
My accent is very Argentine, cousin
The sun breaks my Chinese eyes
Watching the sky under a pine tree
This dwarf has style
Friend, my feeling never subsides
I ride the bull like a good rider
The cat is not here, the rats dance
More gas, you don't see me but I'm behind
Do you understand or should I send you a fax?
I light one up, my time to relax
Chilli, chilli, smells like graffiti
In my place, my pretty city
Like Biggie, I rap speedy
Don't you understand that my life is spicy?
No one knows what I hide
They always try to score points
Without knowing anything about the matter
I don't want to change the world
Give me money, give it to me, for my family something better
I want cash, but being me, not a dirty pop trash
At night they look for cocaine, I'm burning my Mary Jane
I take six, friend, I want everything
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
I grew up on the criminal side
Grew-Grew up on the criminal side
Yo, for the dogs living on the criminal side of the city
This is Puff Puff Pass
Ha, not a bad trip
Ha, damn