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B my brazos up, down, down from
N the kika.
Who's that woman, and he's gonna do the speak-a.
Face gets the bumpin', root got get the bumpin'.
Who's that rap king out the border, start
F# jumpin'.
Blastin' through high, no need for the boo-ya.
E Rhyme up with the one, not gonna lie, shot through ya.
Step to the ground, I feel the strain.
13 years in the mosque, feel the pain.
Bm So go get in my way, baby.
Because the word, I'm
N loco, you may hit a play, baby.
My shit don't pop up, but damn,
E my damn, it's the baddest.
Que le encuentres, perfecto, the
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N Que ondas, muchacho, ahí vienes, te miro.
Si me traes bronca, me loco, de atiro, me paro.
Te tumbo, no es tu rumbo.
Y con el lingo, tal vez te confundo.
It's
Bm the attack of the five-foot chain.
The blacks again, once again, with the copier pin.
As I emerge from the depths of the ground, my son.
I got the black death, trap, coke, and rum.
Otra vez, ya lo ves, in the blues, somos tres.
One black's again, on the squad, you don't test.
Sitting hard
E like a nasty, swift like a Zulu.
That's what it's like, what the punk shot through.
B My nana is the mouse, so the punks get proud.
E My number one is to flip the mad funk styles.
Yeah, I play the bad role, but I'm delincuente.
This is how I fucking wanna speak it to the
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Bm yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Watcha, trucha, calma, te escuchas.
Somos delincuentes, tu no quieres luchar.
We freaky this way, sigo
E siendo re.
OG freaks the beat, the mariachis play.
B Faded in, sniff from me a soft ting.
Produce in my smell,
N hoard it, so G-Style again.
Freaky, barfing, bass out the carro.
OG, he's got more funk than Charo.
Third, a
G#m flat ring, cuts to your face, bro.
Go down the needle with a penny or a peso.
See all our styles, used to
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One time, we all had a broken head.
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