El Negro

CDN's at the door
The guns I carry are 50s
But I’ll also hit you with the 40
I’m in charge of a shitload of 60s
Don’t put a tail on me, or I’ll put it on you and kill you, damn it

Here comes the loudmouth with a ton of guns
You can see a monkey in the air ready to spit poison
I don’t care about anything, they know damn well I’ll hit them with the iron
In my damn Caracara, you’ll see me alert

Whatever the boss says, whatever El H says
I’m the dealer, who wants to be served first?
As El Blue Demon said, I’m from the horn and sandal
Here I bring my 35 cartel squad

An orbital cannon, they’re gonna shit themselves
I’m camouflaged, with two horns and a SCAR
I’m buzzing all over the city
They turn back quick when they see the Barrett

Ready to blast the shit out of them
Out of so much damn fear, their pants fell down
Honestly, they’re such cowards
Their damn singer records all his songs in the bathroom

From Jan Glack, fuck them all
Soon my buddy the damn Black Man will show up and break them
They want to come criticize me, keep fucking around and you’ll get a ticket to hell

We’re out on the street with the monsters
In the armored cars, you know it’s us
A ton of patrols to send them to the pit
We come to fight all together like a pack of crazies

Fuck it, however you want, you can trip
Say whatever you want, but nobody believes you anyway
Here I am buzzing all over Los Santos, Los Santos fights
That I bring to the stick-up artists

Here comes El Mando Negro in the armored truck
Nothing happens here, but if you fuck up, it’s a cinch, mamas
He’s got his damn Barrett, with incendiary rounds
And if you come by plane, they’ll take you down with a baton

We’re ready to fight with the tough guy
The damn old board, I use it to gauge and blow your ass up
I don’t know mercy, I smoke them
If they’re all one, for the damn pot, I’ll point them out

CDN's at the door
The guns I carry are 50s
But I’ll also hit you with the 40
I’m in charge of a shitload of 60s
Don’t put a tail on me, or I’ll put it on you and kill you, damn it

Here comes the loudmouth with a ton of guns
You can see a monkey in the air ready to spit poison
I don’t care about anything, they know damn well I’ll hit them with the iron (I’ll hit them with the iron)
In my damn Caracara, you’ll see me alert

Bring it on, loudmouth, today you’re gonna get your ass kicked
I never ask for backup, but if I do, they arrive in a hurry
The orders from the boss, defend the position
And none of these fuckers give me a fight for the showdown
My hitmen are a million, effective for action
They’re all hooded, masked in terror

An orbital cannon, they’re gonna shit themselves
I’m camouflaged, with two horns and a SCAR
I’m buzzing all over the city
They turn back quick when they see the Barrett

We’re out on the street with the monsters
In the armored cars, you know it’s us
A ton of patrols to send them to the pit
We come to fight all together like a pack of crazies

Fuck it, however you want, you can trip
Say whatever you want, but nobody believes you anyway
Here I am buzzing all over Los Santos, Los Santos fights
That I bring to the stick-up artists

You already know what’s up, I always go up front
Pure 35, Cartel Del Noreste
The People of the Black Man never back down
If they shoot at me, they’re dead, damn it
The damn traitors, I’ll annihilate them
Fuck them, I’ll also take them down
The orbitals, I’ll also execute them
Shooting at them, I’ll also humiliate them

Several fuckers died and I got promoted
I’m sharp, firm with the high command
They want to take me down, I’ll break their damn mother
Like chips in salsa, I always have them

Firm with all my crew
I control the hitmen and 60s
If you don’t fit, I’ll fit you
I don’t need impact grenades
Because I have a pact with the devil

This shit isn’t over, it’s not over, damn it
Oi, oi, just what Jan Glack brings, he says

To the fight, I’m still here with my crew
We’ve got the 50s in the truck
It’s El Mando Negro and his fleet
Pray to Saint Jude if you run into him
That guy doesn’t forgive, he’ll burn you to a crisp

To the fight, I’m still here with my crew
We’ve got the 50s in the truck
It’s El Mando Negro and his fleet
Pray to Saint Jude if you run into him
That guy doesn’t forgive, he’ll burn you to a crisp

It’s the Black Man with his guns, he’s got pure poison
Line for the boss and whoever fucks around gets sent to hell
I don’t struggle with those
Up close with the short one, I’ll blow their damn brains out

I’m buzzing with all my crew
Line for the Black Man, line for the boss
And shoutout to those who disrespected me
I’ll disrespect them, but with a hail of bullets

I carry the gun sideways in a damn badass ride
My truck is white, with armor, a blast detonates
Come on, hurry up, there’s gonna be a meeting, let’s go, get in
I’ve got a Barrett for the idiot who tries to cross me

No matter what happens, my school like GAFE
Explosives, damn it, are the Barretts
You want work, let’s go, get in
I’ll get you into the mess
If you got in the damn patrol, well, you’re screwed

To the fight, I’m still here with my crew
We’ve got the 50s in the truck
It’s El Mando Negro and his fleet
Pray to Saint Jude if you run into him
That guy doesn’t forgive, he’ll burn you to a crisp

To the fight, I’m still here with my crew
We’ve got the 50s in the truck
It’s El Mando Negro and his fleet
Pray to Saint Jude if you run into him
That guy doesn’t forgive, he’ll burn you to a crisp