Los Katrachos
Verse 1
(Mad One)
Me Encuentro, en el camino, feria clavada, destruego, la vida, no vale nada
Voy pal otro lado, del estado, pa connectar me, con el, mas pesado
Voy por 100 kilos, de herba mala, llego mañana, con dos, kilos de lana
Por esta maña, la vida es dulce, como la caña, soy el rey de la Yarda
(SPM)
Bow Wow Wow, Cuidao
Vale mas que te quedes callado
Buckshots in my Ump-Bop
Plowin outcha Chumpa
Whats up cumpa, come up off ya skunka
You're phonier then Cubic Zerconia
Only ya, Second away from having a hole in ya
I say it once and won't repeat it, We come and heat it
Your moms will read it in the paper if you don't believe it
(Chorus) X 2
(Frost) Katrachos Homes
(SPM) The Purest in the game, Standin in the rain, tryina make a little change
(Frost) Los Katrachos
(SPM) The Purist in the game, Like pearl flake Cane, as it burns in their flame
Verse 2
(Low-G)
Simon, El Pelon de Houston
Where a lot of men are come and are hard laid with stone
El chingon, Believe me son its on
No ay perdon, from LA to Nuevo Leon
El katracho homes, te mato per vien gatcho
Mira como te ves, men portando macho
Aqui estoy, perdido en la guera
Rapiando vuscando, otra manera
(SPM)
La lona llena, Te quemas el la flema
Tejas es mi tiera, fumando de la buena
Viediendo mi queso queriendo aser un peso
Por la dia de mi nueve, te da un beso
Le sacas esos, en la calle progreso
Mi pantalon, carga 3 fierros
Sureños, Nortenos
Somos dueños
Diosito perdoname, por mis sueños
Soy pobre, brown skin como el cobre
Sobres, I put it down con los mejores
(Chorus) X 2
Verse 3
(Mariachi)
Dicen que vienen del sur
Era un carro colorado
Traea 100 kilos de mota
Ivan con rumbo Chicago
Ya lo sabia el frost
Que conmanda el condado
(Mad One)
Soy el capitante, traficante
Jugando el juego matando putos que ponen el dedo
Con el peso viene la feria
Los celos trian peligro
Esperando mercancía con mi cuete sanecidro
Dos viejas con mercancia en un caro nuevo
La migra no sabe pero trucha con el pero
Le Meti veinte Mil pero le voy a sacar sesenta
Desde San diego, a Los Angeles, tengo kilos, a la venta
Y no se dan cuenta cuando pienso, mis movidas
Y no le dan caria, a las gueras presumidas
Pachuco mafioso connectando transas grandes
Tratando de mover toda mi familia adelante
Negocio es negocia y lo mio es lo mio
Pagame mi feria, o pon tu cuerpo frio
Los peros son raviosos y todos tienen hambre
So no te metas en la vida de un traficante
(Frost)
From Brownsville to Brownsville
24 siete, a siendo jale
(Mad One)
Mira la Mercancia
(Frost)
Nada Chale
Me vale Coca, Marijuana
Chiva on coca, I make the hynas get locas
Laughing like hyenas
El jugador conector de las gallinas
Los Katrachos, treating jente gacho
Fino, thousand dollar bottles of Vino
(Mad One)
My Jefe says it aint koo though
(Frost)
But what tha fuck does he know?
El mero mero, doin trancas with vaceros
Pistolers, so fuck u culeros
Big power moves with rancheros, es mi dinero
Finer things like diamond rings and gold chains
Be standin in the rain
Chorus
The Hondurans
Verse 1
(Mad One)
I find myself, on the road, fair nailed down, I destroy, life, is worthless
I'm going to the other side, of the state, to connect with him, the heaviest
I'm going for 100 kilos, of bad weed, I'll arrive tomorrow, with two, kilos of wool
For this morning, life is sweet, like sugar cane, I'm the king of the Yard
(SPM)
Bow Wow Wow, Watch out
It's better if you stay quiet
Buckshots in my Ump-Bop
Plowing out your Chump
What's up buddy, come up off your skunk
You're phonier than Cubic Zirconia
Only a second away from having a hole in you
I say it once and won't repeat it, We come and heat it
Your moms will read it in the paper if you don't believe it
(Chorus) X 2
(Frost) Hondurans Homes
(SPM) The Purest in the game, Standing in the rain, trying to make a little change
(Frost) The Hondurans
(SPM) The Purest in the game, Like pearl flake Cane, as it burns in their flame
Verse 2
(Low-G)
Simon, The Bald One from Houston
Where a lot of men come and are laid hard with stone
The badass, Believe me son it's on
There's no forgiveness, from LA to Nuevo Leon
The Honduran homes, I kill you very well
Look how you look, man acting tough
Here I am, lost in the war
Rapping looking, for another way
(SPM)
The canvas full, You burn in the phlegm
Texas is my land, smoking the good stuff
Selling my cheese wanting to make a peso
For the day of my nine, it gives you a kiss
You take them out, on Progress Street
My pants, carry 3 irons
Surenos, Nortenos
We are owners
Little God forgive me, for my dreams
I'm poor, brown skin like copper
I stand out, I put it down with the best
(Chorus) X 2
Verse 3
(Mariachi)
They say they come from the south
It was a red car
Carrying 100 kilos of weed
They were heading to Chicago
Frost already knew
Who commands the county
(Mad One)
I'm the captain, trafficker
Playing the game killing assholes who point the finger
With the weight comes the fair
Jealousy brings danger
Waiting for merchandise with my loaded gun
Two women with merchandise in a new car
The border patrol doesn't know but be careful with it
I put in twenty grand but I'm going to take out sixty
From San Diego, to Los Angeles, I have kilos for sale
And they don't realize when I think, my moves
And they don't care, about the conceited blondes
Mafioso Pachuco connecting big deals
Trying to move my whole family forward
Business is business and what's mine is mine
Pay me my fair, or put your body cold
The dogs are rabid and all are hungry
So don't get involved in the life of a trafficker
(Frost)
From Brownsville to Brownsville
24/7, doing business
(Mad One)
Look at the merchandise
(Frost)
Nothing, no way
I don't care about Coke, Marijuana
Chiva on coke, I make the girls go crazy
Laughing like hyenas
The player connector of the hens
The Hondurans, treating people badly
Fine, thousand dollar bottles of wine
(Mad One)
My boss says it's not cool though
(Frost)
But what the fuck does he know?
The real deal, doing deals with cowboys
Gunmen, so fuck you assholes
Big power moves with ranchers, it's my money
Finer things like diamond rings and gold chains
Standing in the rain
Chorus