Lyrics of De Cero - Ovi

De Cero (original)

Jala tú
Dice
Desde cero yo empecé, yo sí que la batallé
Pero nunca me faltaron huevos
No me preocupa tener, ahora tengo pa' ofrecer
Hoy hay pistolas y carros nuevos
¿Y pa' qué decirte del envidioso que ahí nomás se la pasa viendo?
Y no entiendo yo el porqué con lo fácil que está chambear y buscar dinero
Pura gente fina con la que me muevo yo
Vengo de la esquina, por eso juego mejor
Mucha adrenalina me la paso con la clicka
Nosotros somos de Tijuas, ya te la sabes
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
Mucho tuve que batallar, le empecé de cero
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
Con lo fácil que está chambear y buscar dinero
Y así suena, ja
Y así suena el Ovi, perros
Puro Codiciado, loco
¡Auh!
Puro Rancho Humilde
¡Ya!
Jálatela, Alilet
¿Cuánto vale mi tiempo?
No sé lo exacto
De que las puedo, las puedo, yo sé lo que valgo
¿Cuántos carros del año ya he manejado?
¿Y en cuántos aviones la vuelta ya he dado?
Los diamantes en relojes y en la cubana que traigo
Me costaron varias pacas, cantando me los gané
El puerco cree que soy malo por mis tatuajes y el carro
Porque me compré un Ferrari y me lo traje pa' T. J
Pa' dar la vuelta
Al que no sepa cómo se llama el muchacho no les diré
Ay, pa' que sepan, la cosa es seria
Y al que se mete conmigo se mete con los de L.A.
(¡Dice!)
Que vivimos como narcos entre playas, mujeres y barcos
Que me vieron traficando, ahí nomás se la pasan hablando
Pinches perros, olfateando, tu mujer me la ando camareando
Ahí encima la tengo brincando, y tú andas como un loco llamándola
Ella a mí me la enrola, lo prende, lo pasa y siempre me pide de más
Se viene con la amiga que trae una pipa pa’l wax y se dan un dath
Ya porfavor, nadie te cree, cállate y no hables más
No ando con falsos, solo trato con los de verdad
Pura gente fina con la que navego yo
Vengo de la esquina y eso no me hace menor
Mucha adrenalina me la paso con mi clicka
En una Tahoe bien blindada, yo no te miento
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
Mucho tuve que batallar, le empecé de cero
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
Con lo fácil que está chambear y buscar dinero
¡Ya!
Dímelo, Caro, ja
Danny Felix, el encargado de hacer las guitarras, pa'
Dice
Y puros corridos tumbados, rompiendo macizo
Aquí somos Rancho Humilde
That’s right
¡Yah!
¡Uh!
Let me hear that fuckin' bass, man
Pasa’o de verga

(translation)

pull you
He says
I started from scratch, I did battle it
But I never lacked eggs
I'm not worried about having, now I have to offer
Today there are new guns and cars
And why tell you about the envious person who just keeps watching?
And I don't understand why with how easy it is to work and find money
Pure fine people with whom I move
I come from the corner, that's why I play better
I spend a lot of adrenaline with the clicka
We are from Tijuas, you already know it
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
I had to fight a lot, I started from scratch
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
With how easy it is to chambear and look for money
And that's how it sounds, ha
And this is how the Ovi sounds, dogs
Pure coveted, crazy
Ouch!
Pure Humble Ranch
Already!
Gobble it up, Alilet
How much is my time worth?
I don't know the exact
That I can, I can, I know what I'm worth
How many cars of the year have I already driven?
And in how many planes have I already made the turn?
The diamonds in watches and in the Cuban that I bring
They cost me several pacas, singing I earned them
The pig thinks I'm bad because of my tattoos and the car
Because I bought a Ferrari and brought it to T.J
To go around
To those who don't know what the boy's name is, I won't tell them
Oh, so they know, things are serious
And whoever messes with me messes with L.A.
(He says!)
That we live like drug traffickers between beaches, women and boats
That they saw me trafficking, there they just spend their time talking
Fucking dogs, sniffing, your wife is giving me a wait
I have her jumping over there, and you go around like crazy calling her
She enrolls me, she turns it on, she passes it on and always asks me for more
She comes with her friend who brings a wax pipe and they have a dath
Now please, no one believes you, shut up and don't talk anymore
I don't go with fakes, I only deal with the real ones
Pure fine people with whom I sail
I come from the corner and that does not make me less
I spend a lot of adrenaline with my clicka
In a well armored Tahoe, I don't lie to you
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
I had to fight a lot, I started from scratch
Uhm, yeh-eh, uhm, woh-oh
With how easy it is to chambear and look for money
Already!
Tell me, Caro, ha
Danny Felix, the one in charge of making the guitars, pa'
He says
And pure corridos lying down, breaking solid
Here we are Rancho Humble
That's right
Yah!
ooh!
Let me hear that fuckin' bass, man
pass'o de verga