uh uh
el voltaje
de lleno en el bandidaje
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused my momma kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
Money and them gold ropes
Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Y que paso ma
Adivina quien llega
Julio voltio el baquero con Tego y Mis colegas
que es lo que pasa que con lo mio no juegan
la calle es de nosotros tu sabes como es la brega
Mujers se pegan a fuego se entregan
andaria bajando pa mi bodega
le doy lo que ella quieren y conmigo se restregan
tu sabes qeu un pingaso a ninguna se le niega
lo que ahi es cacoteo y muho fronteo
pa el carajo el rebuleo seguimos con el jangueo
bellaqueo
con toditas me meneo
y sacamos las pistolas por si esto se pone feo
activate malisiona
como mueve esa cosa y como te me peas y con tu cuerpo me rozas
un poco reboltosa demasiado boluminosa
ma montate aqui pa que vea como goza
From the beginnin of the end
Losers lose winners win
This is real we dont gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
Its full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change its stayin the same
How many of them balls was wit ya
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin with the snub
Cos niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club
Til they coughing on the rug
I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model was gone
Snortin up his drugs
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boi' just got poked in the throat
Now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now im speedin' reminiscin'
Holdin' my weed he never listen
If I see him never livin
Maybe that'll even the score
But if not it'll be me on the floor.
yeah julio voltio
