Mambo & Pistolas

I’m not giving a break
To anyone who acts fake
I’ll paint them red
Like a jar of juice

I’m feeling super
This isn’t Facebook or Twitter
This is the street, man
We’re the creeper squad

Everyone talks big, but no one dares
I’ll hit you with lead, fists, and slaps
You got no flow, not even a rhyme
I’ll empty the whole clip!

You get in my face and end up in the mud
Don’t talk too much, it’s a setup
We roll with the crew in the Durango
With a blunt that tastes like mango

Pineapple, pineapple, little one
Her girl’s loved me since she was young
She sees the BMW and her eyes light up
One shot and the fight’s done

So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!
So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!

Don’t talk to me about girls
Or money, even less
I know your history
I know your poison

This is secret family
The crew and the cartel
The game’s ours
We hold the power!

Here we work, no fear
I got diamonds, I got cash
I squeeze the trigger and the whole clip’s gone
In the heat, even the firemen show up

Boom and rumble, the street floods
Whoever acts tough gets a beatdown
A smackdown, a thrashing
I throw them in the car and shift to second

Zoom zoom
And I’m out screeching tires
Tell them not to mess with the game
I like her face, her vibe, her scent
And I’ll leave her boyfriend bruised
So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!
So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!

Yo, musicologist, man.. Tell them not to mess with us, because
So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!
Benni, tell them we’re on fire 24/7
So easy to pull it, work and pop pop!