More songs by Alemán
Description
Percussion: Eric Bobo
Sampler: DJ Lord
Background Vocals, Sound Engineer: Damien Page Lewis
Assistant Mixing Engineer: John Armstrong
Producer: DJ Flict
Composer Lyricist: B-Real
Composer Lyricist: Alemán
Composer Lyricist: DJ Flict
Lyrics and translation
Original
Subject identified, corner of Cypress and California.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha.
It gives me the -swear.
-Hey -guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
Hey guacha, cucha, listen and enjoy, I sing what I live, I am the son of the struggle.
Entering the house without friends, without help. Go to hell if you have a doubt.
Breaking these wees, we are kings of the hangover.
You don't have a future because you don't have culture. You are what you are, but you are not mature. Everything you talk is rubbish.
Wipe your mouth because it smells like choro.
I erase these Moors, I don't fuck, it's my way. I have this house all ready for the joint.
They burn the Moors if you fly with us. I'm El Del Dobeto, a pleasure to meet you.
Tell people, I'm fucking with your mind.
Crazy in the coconut, keep focus, this is true that I never crash. Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha.
-I swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
Guacha, cucha.
It gives me the -swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha, shut up and listen.
I'm a criminal, that's why I wear a hood.
The pigs won't stop fucking because of the hood. And my race has a lot of eggs and always fights.
A lot, so much, so beautiful, I want a lot. To all my family, my friends and my cucha.
Pure LA, I always start the one that sucks. I came here to work, I'm not a badass anymore.
I charter it, yoke for action, I never desno, I add. We go up like smoke, I go up.
They're going to beat me, two different ones together.
I thank the old man for the advice he gave me.
Nobody tells me about it, I saw how he sold it. Derived from this nose, he entered the street.
I don't forget where I come from and the neighborhood that raised me. Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
Guacha, cucha.
It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Zero seven
Percy, four miles, slightly left, correct.
English translation
Subject identified, corner of Cypress and California.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha.
It gives me the -swear.
-Hey -guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
-Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear.
Hey guacha, cucha, listen and enjoy, I sing what I live, I am the son of the struggle.
Entering the house without friends, without help. Go to hell if you have a doubt.
Breaking these wees, we are kings of the hangover.
You don't have a future because you don't have culture. You are what you are, but you are not mature. Everything you talk is rubbish.
Wipe your mouth because it smells like choro.
I erase these Moors, I don't fuck, it's my way. I have this house all ready for the joint.
They burn the Moors if you fly with us. I'm El Del Dobeto, a pleasure to meet you.
Tell people, I'm fucking with your mind.
Crazy in the coconut, keep focus, this is true that I never crash. Hey guacha, cucha. -Guacha, cucha.
-I swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
Guacha, cucha.
It gives me the -swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha, shut up and listen.
I'm a criminal, that's why I wear a hood.
The pigs won't stop fucking because of the hood. And my race has a lot of eggs and always fights.
A lot, so much, so beautiful, I want a lot. To all my family, my friends and my cucha.
Pure LA, I always start the one that sucks. I came here to work, I'm not a badass anymore.
I charter it, yoke for action, I never desno, I add. We go up like smoke, I go up.
They're going to beat me, two different ones together.
I thank the old man for the advice he gave me.
Nobody tells me about it, I saw how he sold it. Derived from this nose, he entered the street.
I don't forget where I come from and the neighborhood that raised me. Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
Guacha, cucha.
It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Hey guacha, cucha.
-Guacha, cucha. It makes me swear. -Zero seven
Percy, four miles, slightly left, correct.