Quiero

I want a lot of fight hip hop music, listen up
'Cause here the cops don't run the show
Listen, if we get caught in a jam
I’d rather grab the wine and throw on my hoodie

I want a lot of fight hip hop music, listen up
'Cause here the cops don't run the show
Listen, if we get caught in a jam
I’d rather grab the wine and throw on my hoodie

Damn, what could it be? That every five minutes I wanna blaze
Hey, dude, I’m smoking a ton of weed, hip hop
And my family is what I want, I want (I want)
Just to keep the music flowing in my head forever, so they know it sounds good

I want (I want) pure rap vibes again, and for what?
If you don’t know, don’t mess around
Damn, I love you, little plant, when you’re green
If that’s the only thing that heals me before I get sick

A shout out to the sky, to those who flew away
If you understand me, you’re flying low to the ground
I want to write, I want to go out, I want to kill that hash
Abolish Law 20,000 so I can fly far from here

Keep living life in the plaza, my mom hugs me over time
You live through everything that happens if it’s necessary
I want to write, I want to go out, I want to kill that hash
Abolish Law 20,000 so I can fly far from here

Keep living life in the plaza, my mom hugs me over time
I’ve lived through everything that happens if it’s necessary
I want (I want) pure joy for my family and for them to escape from here
I want (I want) more scene, but for the MC, so they know

That here in the hood, they also wear piercings
I want them to know that here the dead stick around
Those who don’t stay here don’t fit, and those who don’t fit don’t stay here
I want them to know that here the dead stick around

The Qui is huge out there and on the corner practicing freestyle, MC
Yeah, not even the breakers dance to the sleaze beat, sleaze
The DJ scratching the beats, the Qui is huge out there
Not even the breakers dance to the sleaze beat, the DJ scratching the beats

I want the boom in the set that fills the bass
And a snare, and from wherever they come, they come on foot
I want the boom in the set that fills the bass
And a snare, and from wherever they come, they come on foot

And breathe, breathe music and THC
If you’re smoking in my hood, you leave the line for me
If in my hood there’s no profit, no one’s calling the shots
Not even the minister is pulling tricks

And breathe, breathe music and THC
If you’re smoking in my hood, you leave the line for me
If in my hood there’s no profit, no one’s calling the shots
Not even the minister is pulling tricks

I’d prefer the day on the street when we rap all day
If not, you wouldn’t understand what we express these days
With crime it used to be done, but we heal the wound
We burn the trash with music and speed

It’s a shame how much they copy what I sing
As if they really liked the sound we make around here
And if there’s any space left to do this rap
So that this country can recognize it

It’s a shame how much they copy what I sing
As if they really liked the sound we make around here
I know that here the light is a new perspective and finally
They can understand our way of life

Now, driver, a little music on the bus
I see the faces of the passengers and I identify
Face for the mic, damn government, how do I explain?
My people scream and leave it written

That little by little we’re taking down the corrupt cop
The soldier committing crimes
But the one above, for real, counts with his fingers, oh
Sir, I don’t want your money, I want you to listen to rappers

I want you to be aware of what I do and want
Alright, alright, see you later, I’m getting off at the stop
My dog is waiting for me outside, sorry, I’m getting off at the stop
My dog is waiting for me outside