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letra de mucho macho - jl of b. hood & info gates

[verse 1: info gates & jl]
aye, mucho macho
take your shots, i’m bout to shoot all guapo
riding horseback on a bronco like tonto to rock shows
?cop dough?, eat at roscoe’s
pull the pin out the pineapple, call it give and go
yo, who’s saying it isn’t so?
cash out making your life harder and make a hoe-
ass bounce like a lowrider in a dre video
mask down, running
from the law, the only time i ever run
i swear to buddah, lion of judah, bright as the desert sun
forever young, peep my perception, deep
never meet us caught, seen in the [section sleep?]
[?] streets like a leak, early levels, no meek
mills worth of art scribbled on this, etched on sheet
from the grimy concrete, jungle [???]
with a freak talking about her pubic hair on fleek
mucho macho, if you did not know
giving you these lines in fashion of griselda blanco
all my k!llers dope, watch you break like a b-boy
’bout to run in with the 40 on him like sayers breaking the tackle
stiff arm, striking a pose, the rhyme heisman
p-ssy boy emcees keep hiding behind linemen
type in coordinates to the bottom to find them
make a ride on west sh-t creek, the [??] chimes in
chase chicks, cut off the sleeves and grow mullets
change clips, k!lling the game with no bullets
change clothes, hop on the plane, hit the west coast
passport, tipping in paris, we want french toast
head to where the water, the women, weed and the weather better
head to toe we fresh, take a note and follow it to the letter
hard body shining like i was rocking the suit of shredder
my ninjas with me though, ready to get into whatever
[hook: info gates & jl]
you know my crew gets wavy
like it’s a job, it’s daily
most of these dudes just lazy
i’m running through, sh-t crazy
sick shooter, i’m too quick on the draw bro
boost scooter i’m too sl!ck for the law bro
only thing that’s left to do is go bravo
robusto, yo this sh-t is mucho macho

[verse 2: trizz]
mucho macho, pinche puto vato
you f-cking b-tch ass n-ggas ain’t f-cking with these manos
all my sh-t is banging and hitting hard as the lotto
money over b-tches and drama cause that’s the motto
i guzzle 40 ounces and always finish the bottle
smoking loud like it’s legal in cali, like colorado
never been a sucker, was quick to flex my bravado
like i’m quick to draw my weapon and show off at the apollo
southern california b-tch, i kick it where it’s popping at
riding in the bucket to the function in the compton hat
you hiding they gon’ find you, catch you slipping at the laundromat
i ain’t no f-cking punk, if it’s funk then, sh-t, we can lock for that
i get a lot of love from kansas city missouri
they show up to the shows and be smoking, i like the chemistry
they tell me i be gassing, ain’t heard as a n-gga sick as me
now i’m on a track with my n-ggas, the rest is history
[hook: info gates & jl]
you know my crew gets wavy
like it’s a job, it’s daily
most of these dudes just lazy
i’m running through, sh-t crazy
sick shooter, i’m too quick on the draw bro
boost scooter i’m too sl!ck for the law bro
only thing that’s left to do is go bravo
the busto, yo this sh-t is mucho macho

- jl of b hood info gates

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