Like a poisoned Latino
Goes around saying today's the future
Walking sideways
Common crab in the middle of New York
Don't burn yourself if they call you chicano
If walking through the sky you go
You can say to the gringo, bro
Where do you think what you smoke comes from.
With sevillian on the side
Trying not to get her out of there
This neighborhood is salty
But the transaccion has to happen
Don't burn me I'm already shouting a bit
And I don't want to lose my reputation
You alrady know I'm known for being crazy
And in this neighborhood they sing a different song