Oye, caballero, ¿qué quiere?Estilo frío, cold styleFrom the Bay to L.A., babyFrom Harbor to HarborWe put this * together, tú sabes¿Entiendes?Das is lowMy old boy G, the lawless cliqueAnd we gon' move it like thisI rap with D-Boys and drug lordsAll my street thugs, comrades in this drug warMy real G's moving keys of the NarcottaIt wasn't easy shaking the federales, but we got herAnd every time the DEI got shook, it got hotterAround my block, you know the * things don't stopI called up Russ and Eno BMy connects in L.A. said they got the kilos for 135Could we get some on the north side?Said they hustlin', movin' things on the short sideHuh, catch me down at the docks where they white be atLongshoremen coming through with the baseball capsWe all rugged and rough with the boots onBaby, what's up? You're about to get your * juice onRight about now, with some hustlersWatch us win big in this gameCause you know that we gon' see itYou know we murder, we live in egoWe live in egoWe got duck bodies in the RioTú sabes, tú sabes, checoEstilo frío, estilo fríoEstilo frío, estilo fríoWe live in ego, we live in egoWe live in ego, we live in egoWe got duck bodies in the RioTú sabes, checo, the world is míoEstilo frío, estilo fríoWe got duck bodies in the RioIt's the young hustler from the streets of Southern CaliThe South Bay drug supply and the race that you can sell meSo what you need?We slaying nothing but the bombI catch flights from L.A. and Cablos and TucsonNo matter where you go, Mexico's got it the cheapestAnd this I know for sureCause I've already flipped itSo go and get your money and place an orderNo matter how big, I'll get it through the borderLife's all about movidaCause ain't no time for bitchesI send work out of town on GreyhoundAnd collect my richesAnd celebrate with a bottle of cazadoresA crista cliché of tequila de las mejoresSo what you know about you hustler *?Like Gato, Quintero, and Mero MeroA stack of gritsWe run the game, it's all the sameIt's all about the money till a bullet kills the brainYeahHey yo G, what's up?Call your uncle up, let's do this manAll right, hold upPatio, hey, mucho gustoWhat'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 eveningOle, aquí estáPero no en la semana, quiero el restoEstá bien, we'll be back for moreOh, now we rollin'We got fifty keys and they ain't stolenAbout to get this money back cause we owe em'Uncle said it's all coolKeep it rollin', now we ballin'Out of control, got thirty states underneath the holeStronghold, baby, it's worth more than goldCold, frío, ya te digoCause we stealin', I'm tryin' to get it upI'm goin' back to Cali with a load of cavyDodger, fat, and ralliesThem jealous suckers can't have meWe makin' G's, slangin' keysServe myself to Mickey D'sWith more clientele, the pacific dabAin't no stoppin' meWe got to coke, hop, and weedMy cousin G hooked me up with the lawless familyLa vida loca, sellin' that cocaBreak you off proper, you're talkin' to the truck guysYou know we murderin' amigosWe livin' legal, hoppin' stages like we gotDouble bodies in the RioSabes chico, tu color es míoEstilo fríoAjo río, ajo cino, si si lo quieroWe murderin' amigos, murderWe livin' legal, hoppin' stages like we gotDouble bodies in the RioSabes chico, tu color es míoEstilo fríoAjo río, ajo cino, si si lo quieroHa ha, y así esHa ha, that's where it isNuestra vida, no, we don't play gamesNunca se acabaKeep the key away from the P.E.A.Ha ha, get your money, manHa haWe up in the Andes border, babyBaja California, what's up?We movin' in this *You know what I'm sayin'?Polos, planes, cruzados, planes, trains, and automobilesAnd dollar bills