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Barrio

Siempre Salgo Pensando Lo Que Valgo Pensando Lo Que Vale El Barrio
Todos Tus Sueños Se Hacen Realidad Si Eres Tu Si Eres Real Hay
Oportinidad Lo Material No Es De Adeveras' Yo Puedo Llegar En La Lobo
Y No Valgo Verga Y No Es Un Juego No Es Un Cuento Vago Y Varios Estan
En El Cielo Simon El Barrio Siempre Ah Sido Una Cancion
Llego Veo A Mi Jefa Es Otro Pedo Pero Me Ah Visto Fumando Mugrero,
Me Siento Mal Cruda Moral Espero El
Dia Vuelva Ala Normalidad ¡Hey You!
A Nadie Le Tengo Rencor La Buena
Onda Del Barrio Me Hace Pensarlo Mejor (
Hey You Me Hace Pensarlo Millon)

Doer)
Vengo Directo Desde El Barrio Haciendo Mierda,
Hogar Dulce Hogar Fuera De La Puerta Tu Crees Que Sabes Pero No Sabes
Ni Verga A Estas Alturas Ya No Espero Que Lo Entiendas El Mundo Gira
Y No Para De Dar Vueltas Y Yo Tomandome Otra Guama' En
La Banqueta Las Noches Los Dias Botellas Vasias La Esquina,
La Plaza Tambien La Avenida Los Tenis Colgados Del Cable De Luz
Todo Sobre La Feria Igual Que Tu La Clika Sabe Pero Ya Le Vale Verga,
Los Problemas Se Olvidan Con Loquera Los Fresnos
Es Mi Barrio Perro Under Side Ocho Dos Uno Perro.

Pollo)
He You!
¡He You Perro!
Mi Barrio.
Soy Del Barrio Como Las Tortillas De Harina Que Me
Hacia Mi Madresita Subo Ala Placa Y Guacho El Paisaje,
Fumando Mota Se Encuentra Enjambre No Me Falta Nada Aqui Lo Tengo
Todo Jugando Canicas En La Plaza Como Morro Ando Descalzo Este Piso
No Me Quema Nada Molesta Disfrutando De Mi
Tierra Muchos Han Venido A Destruir Lo Construido,
Salimos Adelante Aqui No Se Aceptan Bandidos Pura Gente Oriunda' De
Fresnos Un Saludo Pa' Los Homies En El Cielo
Tenochtitlan Cuida Metralo Que Llueva La Sangre De Mis Enemigos Hoy.

(...)
En Mi Barrio Le Sigo Caminando,
Con Mi Clika La Ocho Dos Uno Al Mando Pisteando,
Fumando,
Loqueando Le Sigo Jalando Mi Vida
Maniaka Ya Sabes Que Tranza Primero La Casa,
La Raza Ya Pasame Un Baisa Mi Mente Alucina Dale Ala Cocina No Hay
Pedo Morritas Rifete Mi Amiga Aqui Con La Clika Mi Casa Es Su Casa No
Para El Desmadre Conmadre Compadre Rifate Por Otra Esta Es Mi
Vida Loca No Queda De Otra Ya Pasame Otra Ya Sabes Carnal...

(...)
Pasa De Generaciones Y El Barrio Sigue Sigue Igual Las
Pintas En La Calle En La Noche De Ilegal El Barrio Pa'
Nosotros Hay' Siempre Va' Estar Y Con Estos Cabrones Hay Me Vas A
Topar Porque No Queda De Otra En La Calle Fumando Mota Viviendo La
Vida Porque La Vida Es Corta Por Eso Yo Quiero Vivir Siempre En Los
Fresnos Siempre Me Alcanza Para Fumar Mugrero
Vida Clandestina En Barrio Bajo Carnal Oriundo'
De Los Fresnos Clika Criminal El Barrio Pa'
Nosotros Hay Siempre Va A Estar Y
Con Estos Cabrones Yo Voy A Rifar...

(...)
Salgo Pa'
La Calle Solo Pa'
Ver Que Pasa Me Encuentro A Todos Agarrando Plaza En Cualquier Casa
Asi Es La Raza Comprando Cheves Solo Para Lo Que Alcanza Unos
Amanecidos Y Otros Madrugadores Los Vale Veguista Y Los
Trabajadores Me Quedo Despierto Hasta Que Pasen Los Camiones Con Dos,
Tres Cabrones Terminando Los Cartones,
Ya En Mi Canton Pienso Sobre La Vida En Este Pedo Donde Esta La Puta
Salida Si Te Lo Confienso Por Eso Aveces Me
Estreso Al Menos No Me Falta Nada Y Eso Es Un Progreso!...

Neighborhood

I always leave wondering what I'm worth, wondering what the neighborhood's worth
All your dreams come true if you're you, if you're real, there's
Opportunity, material things aren't real, I can arrive in the Lobo
And I'm worthless, and it's not a game, it's not a lazy story, and several are
In heaven, Simon, the neighborhood has always been a song
I arrive, I see my mom, it's another mess, but she's seen me smoking crap,
I feel bad, raw morals, I hope the
Day returns to normality, hey you!
I don't hold a grudge against anyone, the good
Vibes of the neighborhood make me think better (
Hey you, it makes me think a million)

Doer)
I come straight from the neighborhood, making a mess,
Home sweet home outside the door, you think you know, but you don't know
Shit, at this point I don't expect you to understand, the world turns
And it doesn't stop spinning, and I'm taking another Guama' on
The sidewalk, the nights, the days, empty bottles, the corner,
The plaza too, the avenue, the sneakers hanging from the power cable
Everything about the fair, just like you, the clique knows but they don't give a shit,
Problems are forgotten with craziness, Los Fresnos
Is my neighborhood, dog, Under Side eight two one, dog.

Pollo)
Hey you!
Hey you, dog!
My neighborhood.
I'm from the neighborhood like the flour tortillas that my
Little mother used to make me, I go up to the plaque and watch the landscape,
Smoking weed, the swarm is found, I don't lack anything, I have it all here
Playing marbles in the plaza as a kid, I walk barefoot, this floor
Doesn't burn me, nothing bothers me, enjoying my
Land, many have come to destroy what was built,
We come out ahead, bandits are not accepted here, only native people from
Fresnos, greetings to the homies in heaven
Tenochtitlan, take care of Metralo, let the blood of my enemies rain today.

(...)
In my neighborhood I keep walking,
With my clique, the eight two one in command, drinking,
Smoking,
Going crazy, I keep pulling my life
Maniac, you know what's up, first the house,
The race, pass me a Baisa, my mind hallucinates, go to the kitchen, there's no
Problem, girls, my friend here with the clique, my house is your house, no
For the mess, compadre, rifa yourself for another, this is my
Crazy life, there's no other way, pass me another one, you know, bro...

(...)
It passes from generations and the neighborhood continues, continues the same, the
Paintings on the street, at night, illegally, the neighborhood for
Us, there will always be, and with these bastards, there you will
Find me because there's no other way, on the street, smoking weed, living life
Because life is short, that's why I want to always live in Los
Fresnos, I always have enough to smoke crap
Clandestine life in the low neighborhood, native bro'
From Los Fresnos, criminal clique, the neighborhood for
Us, there will always be and
With these bastards, I'm going to raffle...

(...)
I go out to
The street just to
See what's up, I find everyone taking over the plaza in any house
That's how the race is, buying beers just for what they can afford, some
Stay up late and others wake up early, the lazy ones and the
Workers, I stay awake until the trucks pass with two,
Three bastards finishing the boxes,
Already in my canton, I think about life in this mess, where is the damn
Exit, if I confess it to you, that's why sometimes I
Stress, at least I don't lack anything, and that's progress!...