La Calle Sabe de Mi Nombre

Aha (aha)
Rated C
(The boss)

It was the year 2003
One day Güicho and K9 said
Let’s start a rap group and see what happens
Without a damn clue, just drinking and having fun

An icon of rap was born with Guanatos as the base
And that’s where it all went down in the neighborhood court
Life knocked me out, but I got back up for revenge
One day I lost my job, my girl, and my place
Where were those fools to talk about this guy?
Right? They had no damn idea
What makes them think they can challenge me today?
If now my whole hood is proud of me
I’ll hear my mom say, Luis, don’t be such a liar
Like you guys who flaunt your possessions

Claiming to steal, claiming to sell, claiming there’s a lot of crime
But what do I know about you? I know it’s all just a show
If it weren’t for daddy, you wouldn’t have the car or the license
You can’t even keep it up, mama buys your cereal
Stay away, gangsta rap, keep it real
Because to enjoy, you gotta go through the tough times
It’s like not bleeding after feeling the bullets
Like the boss
How many songs have I written already?
I’d give anything to roll a blunt with the homie
Can’t do it, couldn’t do it, and won’t be able to

But I’m grinding hard in case I see them again one day
Singing a track together, pulling out the gun
And telling them it’s all good, that mom’s not alone
Thanks to my tracks, there’s always food on the table
And that her son out there moved thousands of heads

The street knows my name (my name)
My story speaks for me (hey)
Not even a thousand lies can hide a truth (it’s hidden)
The street knows my name (hey)
It’s been years walking through the fire (the fire)
The street knows my name (hey)
Not dodging the bad, it’s become a habit (habit)
The street knows my name (hey)

The boss
After that, sales dropped
Photos and signatures in the hustle
Many concerts, trips, and bags
Magazines and lyrics looking for connections
I’m tired of the same old stories
That if you don’t rap about what you pretend
Well, if my tracks went around
All over the planet moving sidewalks
I’m laughing my ass off, they seem to be in a hurry
And end up like a fly stuck on the windshield
If I’m their father, let them say what they want
Not a damn peso from the radio or Televisa
They’ll call me sold out if I go and sign with Sony
Even though I’m distributed by the pirates from San Johnny
From the start
The pirates know the process
And I also buy those 10 peso discs

The original is bought by those who have the cash for it
And I think, I’m not gonna die for that
Let them listen to my music, that’s what matters
When I die, I’m not taking the bills with me
Not the .40, not 100, not 50
But make sure my kids don’t pay rent anymore
Keep in mind my rap is what I want
I never came here for fans or fame
You say I sold out? Dude, you’re wrong
Because it was my CDs that are already sold out
Let’s say I found what I was looking for
A job that helps my family get by
Call the lawyer, I’ve been sued again
All those charges of first-degree murder
In court, I’m already pretty pissed off

Apologize and get lost, your game is over
The street knows my name (my name, aha)
My story speaks for me (hey, you know)
Not even a thousand lies can hide a truth (it’s hidden, you)
The street knows my name (hey, it’s been a while)
It’s been years walking through the fire (the fire, aha)
The street knows my name (hey)
Not dodging the bad, it’s become a habit (habit, hey hey)
The street knows my name (hey)
The boss
Mastered tracks, let them note another one

Hey, Maxo, let them note another one
It’s the dog C
Rated C, man

Cha cha, bye