Letras
Now who's the one that got your whole fucking area shook?
Tell them putos fuck around and get your feria took
I'm just a crook from the south, from the city of G's
I make 'em freeze from the neck and break their goddamn knees
Puto, please recognize who be the first to trip
Like the county jail, nothing but sureños and shit
Leave 'em stuck with the blues, bloody and confused
Looking for some clues on the 6 o'clock news, homie
Duende, I bring to you the Latin rap artist
No matter what they say, dog, I'm going up regardless
So follow me, I'll take you to a place you've never heard of
Duende Land, I'm Duende Man, the rest of 'em get served up
Concentrate and think about your next move, it's vital
With lyrics that could turn a fucking Christian suicidal
It's the arrival of the long-awaited gente
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Duende
Duende
I roll a chronic leño for the whole world
Smoke it for my homeboys and homegirls
Duende
And just in case you people haven't heard of me
You pull a fucking strap, you better murder me
Duende
The only one who's been to Hell and back
And you wonder why I'm crazy?
It's the big boss, can't nobody handle this
A.K.A. Locote, man, this vato's scandalous
To all the ladies, I know sometimes a vato can get crazy
Lunatic and sick, but that don't mean that I'm a dick
I'm ese duende, like one or two broads think I'm a dog
But even those jainas'll have them only screaming out to God
I ain't no player, and never in my life have I been trying to be
I just try to get with any jaina that looks fine to me
That's sick, 'cause ain't nobody trying to be no player
Just tell me when your vato leaves, I'll holler at you later
I'm 5-foot-6, I weigh 155
I sport my locs and pachuco hat, tipped to the side
I roll pelón when I roam, 'cause I'm from the southside
A blue-ragger-ass locote, yelling Mexican pride
Homicide when we ride, never stopping for hoes
I'm just another Mexicano from the West Coast, baby
And if I'm hated, segregated, don't forget
It's 'cause I'm dropping all this gangsta shit, bitch
Duende
I roll a chronic leño for the whole world
Smoke it for my homeboys and homegirls
Duende
And just in case you people haven't heard of me
You pull a fucking strap, you better murder me
Duende
The only one who's been to Hell and back
And you wonder why I'm crazy?
It's the big boss, can't nobody handle this
A.K.A. Locote, man, this vato's scandalous
I know the word is out, I'm that fool that you heard about
Duende on the mic will have you twisted like a third strike
Let me know the real, if that's the deal, then throw your hands up
The last I heard your jaina say was, "Duende, pull your pants up"
Jainas always blame me, vatos think I'm sancho
I could take your jaina, dog, you're lucky I don't want to
Don't bother to investigate, allow myself to demonstrate
I'm making so much noise, my lyrics travel through the interstate
I make it hard to concentrate for all my competition
I make the hardest gangsta rappers hide behind religion
My mission is to represent the people of Mexica
That's everybody, everywhere, every fucking clika
Fuck it, hold your head up
Fuck it, if you have to, blow some lead up
Duende got the skantle that could wake the fucking dead up
Don't try to look for me, 'cause if you find me, it'll cost you
I'll stab your fucking eyeballs out and rip your skin off you
Duende
I roll a chronic leño for the whole world
Smoke it for my homeboys and homegirls
Duende
And just in case you people haven't heard of me
You pull a fucking strap, you better murder me
Duende
The only one who's been to Hell and back
And you wonder why I'm crazy?
It's the big boss, can't nobody handle this
A.K.A. Locote, man, this vato's scandalous