Tirando Saco (part. Doom Deca)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh-eh-eh
The four seven three music dogs!!
Ah-uh, ah-uh, ah-uh-uh!

I grew up in the hood stepping on Nike (stepping), been high since I was ten
And Deca (ah!) plays it, when everyone falls in line (hell yeah!)
Come, we'll give you a dance, we're well stained, so think about it

Shut your mouth, don't mess with my crew
I shoot bursts like a machine gun, ratatata, leave your mouth crooked
I'm unique, I come from another planet (planet!)

Run, what flows in my blood destroys you, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds
Back, ah! Again (again)
We're crazier than crazy Valdez
I don't think about it (nah!)
Maybe later

Ask your old lady if I lower it this month
I have fun (yeah!)
Screwing up (ah!), we're from the clique, we're not human
We crush your damn skull (ah!)

My shit floats, man, and it's not from the bathroom
Puncture it, burn it, smoke it, pass it, pass it, smoke it, burn it (ah!)
Puncture it, burn it, smoke it, pass it, pass it, smoke it, burn it (ah!)
Puncture it, burn it, smoke it, pass it, pass it, smoke it, burn it (ah!)
Puncture it, burn it, smoke it, pass it, pass it, smoke it, burn it (ah!)

I'm still on the plane (ah!)
I'm worried because I didn't use a condom yesterday, she swallowed all my kids
Mission aborted (yeah)
The damn screw on the damn microphone

Run, what flows in my blood destroys you, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds
Run, what flows in my blood destroys you, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds, takes you to the clouds

DJ, DJ, DJ Doom Deca
San Luis Potosí
Guanajua- Guanajuato
Nuevo León
Yeah
Just fucking good shit
Sons of bitches
Haha, haha, no way