Oye, caballero, ¿qué quiere?
Estilo frío, cold style
From the Bay to L.A., baby
From Harbor to Harbor
We put this * together, tú sabes
¿Entiendes?
Das is low
My old boy G, the lawless clique
And we gon' move it like this
I rap with D-Boys and drug lords
All my street thugs, comrades in this drug war
My real G's moving keys of the Narcotta
It wasn't easy shaking the federales, but we got her
And every time the DEI got shook, it got hotter
Around my block, you know the * things don't stop
I called up Russ and Eno B
My connects in L.A. said they got the kilos for 135
Could we get some on the north side?
Said they hustlin', movin' things on the short side
Huh, catch me down at the docks where they white be at
Longshoremen coming through with the baseball caps
We all rugged and rough with the boots on
Baby, what's up? You're about to get your * juice on
Right about now, with some hustlers
Watch us win big in this game
Cause you know that we gon' see it
You know we murder, we live in ego
We live in ego
We got duck bodies in the Rio
Tú sabes, tú sabes, checo
Estilo frío, estilo frío
Estilo frío, estilo frío
We live in ego, we live in ego
We live in ego, we live in ego

We got duck bodies in the Rio
Tú sabes, checo, the world is mío
Estilo frío, estilo frío
We got duck bodies in the Rio
It's the young hustler from the streets of Southern Cali
The South Bay drug supply and the race that you can sell me
So what you need?
We slaying nothing but the bomb
I catch flights from L.A. and Cablos and Tucson
No matter where you go, Mexico's got it the cheapest
And this I know for sure
Cause I've already flipped it
So go and get your money and place an order
No matter how big, I'll get it through the border
Life's all about movida
Cause ain't no time for bitches
I send work out of town on Greyhound
And collect my riches
And celebrate with a bottle of cazadores
A crista cliché of tequila de las mejores
So what you know about you hustler *?
Like Gato, Quintero, and Mero Mero
A stack of grits
We run the game, it's all the same
It's all about the money till a bullet kills the brain
Yeah
Hey yo G, what's up?
Call your uncle up, let's do this man
All right, hold up
Patio, hey, mucho gusto
What's up, bro?
¿Qué necesitan?
We need fifty of em'
All right, get up!
We need a couple of days of work, you know what I'm saying?
Give us half an evening
Ole, aquí está
Pero no en la semana, quiero el resto
Está bien, we'll be back for more
Oh, now we rollin'
We got fifty keys and they ain't stolen
About to get this money back cause we owe em'
Uncle said it's all cool
Keep it rollin', now we ballin'
Out of control, got thirty states underneath the hole
Stronghold, baby, it's worth more than gold
Cold, frío, ya te digo
Cause we stealin', I'm tryin' to get it up
I'm goin' back to Cali with a load of cavy
Dodger, fat, and rallies
Them jealous suckers can't have me
We makin' G's, slangin' keys
Serve myself to Mickey D's
With more clientele, the pacific dab
Ain't no stoppin' me
We got to coke, hop, and weed
My cousin G hooked me up with the lawless family
La vida loca, sellin' that coca
Break you off proper, you're talkin' to the truck guys
You know we murderin' amigos
We livin' legal, hoppin' stages like we got
Double bodies in the Rio
Sabes chico, tu color es mío
Estilo frío
Ajo río, ajo cino, si si lo quiero
We murderin' amigos, murder
We livin' legal, hoppin' stages like we got
Double bodies in the Rio
Sabes chico, tu color es mío
Estilo frío
Ajo río, ajo cino, si si lo quiero
Ha ha, y así es
Ha ha, that's where it is
Nuestra vida, no, we don't play games
Nunca se acaba
Keep the key away from the P.E.A.
Ha ha, get your money, man
Ha ha
We up in the Andes border, baby
Baja California, what's up?
We movin' in this *
You know what I'm sayin'?
Polos, planes, cruzados, planes, trains, and automobiles
And dollar bills