Born an outcast Black sheep from birth A street as a father His mother a whore Not white, not black Caught between tribes More to prove and nothing to loose
Rise through ranks His cold blooded climb The summit a place divine His heaven of crime
When it comes the time to prove your tough They'll say: Vatos locos Then you'll show you've got the balls to kill They'll say: Vatos Locos Have you got the courage to display your hate Vatos Locos Rip your enemies all by the throat, Our way Vatos LocosTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
