Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Jugador, artist - SPM. Album song Pocos Pero Locos Presents: The SPM Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Record label: Silent Giant Entertainment
Song language: English
El Jugador |
-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy… |
-Hey wuz up dawg… |
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G… |
-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes… |
Mi querida… Centro Amrica |
Aqui en Houston ganando mi feria |
En la esquina la vida es fina |
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi nia |
Mira, mi jale es la calle |
Vendiendo libras que vienen del valle |
Si mi madre me entendiera |
Mi familia va primera |
Mi bandera era mi guerra |
Es whateva bustin no cualquiera |
Quiero que sepas que yo soy la muerte |
Si te escapas sera pura suerte… |
Capish understand the touch |
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust |
L.A. to Nueva York que es puro amor |
For all who got love for El Jugador |
Houston to Nuevo Leon |
Three bandidos on tha microphone |
Stike with crome |
True crime family, enemies pay |
Never die happily… |
Assault riffles, professional snipers |
Got my rival, shittin in they die |
You don’t like us cool, but don’t show it Who wanna fuck with this killers slash poet |
I blow with duss, like nitro-gliset |
You bitches, love talkin’off a pot you piss in Chill homes, cause you ain’t that hard |
Faud, frossin’in your own backyard |
I’m world wide in the two tone blow ride |
You grow high, they might seen it Baby that’s my life hater, heart breaker |
Life taker smile now, cry later… |
-Dope House Records |
-Man What’s up LOS |
-up with my bitch Snow White |
-She's going for 13−5 |
-Cool, let’s start with 50 then… |
I’m in the sport, where we import |
What you snort |
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport |
I don’t chase people, people chase me Fez math, on da side, how I brake free |
Take he, to the rough neck taktis |
I got you putos screamin worse than an actress |
In a horror flik, he’ll be fallin brick |
In this biz you better be rollin thick |
Holdin shit down son ain’t no seein’us |
My nina Buss, another uman bein crushed |
Street genious, so, so serious |
Your fairness, deedly experience… |
Kapeesh understand the touch… |