El Terrible

In Phoenix, we roll around
As a kid, I was throwing down
In the streets, they’ll see the Terrible cruising around
The black sheep of my family

Never liked school, I preferred to hustle grams
Cruising in my little ride
With my eyes half-closed
Speeding through the hood, with a girl by my side

Shaking blue pills
Breathing in white powder, a Rogelia to bring it down
On Sixth Street
It stinks, smells like burnt rubber

Don’t freak out, don’t scare, it’s just the tire burning
And for the haters and jealous ones
I’ve got a piece tucked away
They call me the Terrible

My likes and pleasures
Being with good women
Spending green cash and a passionate norteño
Playing the accordion

Stepping on red soles, smoking a leaf cigar
Listening to the Arsenal crew
His business is solid
Always ready for a hustle, always on my toes

With my grandma and my mom
My brothers know I’m solid, they know I’m all in
I’ve been laying low for a while
I don’t bend, I don’t break

I’m coming at them full force, let the locks come off
Through the streets of Caborca
And here and there in La Finiquera, I’ll keep running errands
They call me the Terrible