BackPack Boyz

In the bay is where that dream came true
From my buddy Juan carrying money
I took out the backpack and took several risks
And now the ice hangs here
We went up, I'm not looking for fame
BackPack Boyz, the marijuana
Sometimes at the beach it gets wild
She likes the champagne ones
At Javier's opening up with daiquiris
We go to the club with the buddies

I close deals with gelato
I must always take care of my identity
I bring bullets and, on one side, the quesadilla
We must cultivate herb

Here it goes, buddy P
Pure BackPack Boyz, man
To the bay

We turn our flowers into magic
And the greens are well spent
In the fence is where I found my home
Mexican descent
From head to toe on my body the marks
And a blonde accompanies me
Few are those who know my face
Buddy P for the people
In Las Vegas in Balenciaga wardrobe
Or in the clubs with the artists

I close deals with gelato
I must always take care of my identity
I bring bullets and, on one side, the quesadilla
We must cultivate herb