Quien Diria (part. Natanael Cano)

It's Wicked Outside

Hey, who would’ve thought that cannabis left us with bags full?
Of what they’re clueless about, and don’t doubt it, we got stash for days
Like Pablo Emilio back in the eighties
And to my dad, a big shoutout to the cell
Four pairs from where he’s at, he’ll be out soon, for real
When he comes back, he’s gonna see
Grateful, proud of his son he’ll be
The greens, I’m lit, it’s the usual
We keep burning weed from the fly club
I’ve already conquered Barceloneta, in Switzerland, they see me, I’m in the Alps
I don’t kiss Roski to buy me out of stress
I don’t pay for a hooker, always more than three show up

No need to tell them, I’m just laughing it off
Already in Ibiza, the mix is on point
With Nata, seven hundred grand, check it out
And I’m not talking pesos, dollars leave stains
My buddies call me the fly, others call me the lawyer
Support from the big guys, that’s what I’ve earned
The cholos are trained, they’re ready
Step out of line and we’ll set up an ambush
Changing the subject, buddy fly, there’s no slowing down
The tactical ones come in red, they also carry flashlights
Hooded, the R’s, up in the mountains
You know they respect it
And if not, they can call me
I also got my Comanches ready to roll
The Tactical, the Zero Ones, and the Devils
Come close to the fire so you know what I’m talking about

From the first notebook, I knew it was my thing
And not the school ones, the ones that come from the streets
Friends of the greens, and the green brings more friends
But with a blacklist for anyone who tries to be slick

Hey, do we stop or keep going, man?
The devils and let’s not cry for them
Buddy, Victor and real jalapeño, compadre
Ah, hey, the real street, man
Look, hey, hey

And right now you see me keeping an eye on everything I move, it’s not new to me
Life and death is a canvas that I just paint and set on fire
They call me the playa in the club, suddenly popping bottles
They see me, I’m at the house of the Chinese borricos
They can’t bring me down from the top

The owner of the bikers rolling heavy and I’m not scared
I pay for the spots, nobody threatens me, chill, I move in the ring
If I make money, it’s because I hustled, man, you don’t know what’s up
If I have a crime, let the judge deal with it, they’re gonna get fucked, you know what’s up

Who would’ve thought that cannabis left us with bags full?
Of what they’re clueless about, and don’t doubt it, we got stash for days
Like Pablo Emilio back in the eighties

And to my dad, a big shoutout to the cell
Four pairs from where he’s at, he’ll be out soon, for real
When he comes back, he’s gonna see
Grateful, proud of his son he’ll be
The greens, I’m lit since the usual
We keep burning weed from the fly club
I’ve already conquered Barceloneta
In Switzerland, they see me, I’m in the Alps
I don’t kiss Roski to buy me out of stress
I don’t pay for a hooker, always more than three show up.