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Boricua’s State Of Mind!
¿Dónde puñeta esta el cabron libreto de este man?
Six o’clock!
Pits are harder around the Spot
Tensión en el “ambiente”
For “click” de mi “Glock”
El caserío de muertos
Mi mente “maquinando”
Ando repartiendo muerte si me llaman por un “radio”
“Carro Nebuloso, mantente cauteloso”
“En Puerto Rico matamo’ talento y no mafioso'”
Andan buscandome a mi
Six tiros is _
Atraviesan la puerta
__ the dead party!
Pánico de “flow”
El público buscando “auxilio”
Mis ojos preciosos de sangre por el “homicidio”
La polícia se acerca a la escena del “crimen”
Fiscales y Forenses el cadaver describen
Las “8:30” prendo el carro abandono los hechos
Voy por el “Expresso” oyendo Boricua’s State Of Mind
“Meet me at the Studio”
Déjame contarte algo que me sucedió
“Cuatro tipos me seguian”
Nebulearon, fallado
Murieron!
¿Qué diablos se creían?
Acaso no saben que aquí hay guerra!
Todo aquel que visite mi “tierra” corre por su propia cuenta
“Locos”
No saben ni que diablo’ se enfrentan
Ando con __ que atacan si no “respetan”
Puñeta!
This is how we go motherf#ker!
Boricua’s State Of Mind, bring the m#th*rf#ck*r rush!
Boricua’s State Of Mind
n#gg#s gonna die
This is how we do we gonna “take your life”
Queena’ with the killa’
Grand O
For realla’
ShangTsun, Bimbo!
Y acabamos con tu vida
Suena el celular
Ceja llama a lady
Colando con una “perse”
Porque vengo desde una “misión”
Donde acabo de raptar a dos o tres “cabrones”
Y esconde el cuerpo de una
Dentro de baules
Déjame buscar dentro de esta jodi’a “gabeta”
El número del Gran Omar para saber donde se encuentra
Esto no es ficción, esta es la que hay
Provarás un poco del Boricua’s State Of Mind
State Of Mind!
¿Qué esta pasando mami?
Voy saliendo de la casa del cabron
Aquel que me debia pakas ¿Qué se creen?
Yo tengo “money”
Porque te traigo el “diamante” que te prometí
Se lo pique del de’o al “ignorante”, vamos nena
¿Dime que paso? pero cojelo suave
En realidad no me quiero perder el mínimo detalle
Y sé sincera
Tendré que buscar con la “re-corta”
Llenarla de cartucho
Y salir como un loco a cazar, So come again yal!
Cojelo suave “papi” no sé que traman
Que Ceja va esperarnos en el “punto de llegada”
Coje este “beso” que yo esperaré por ti
Así le llevo yo al Cejón el “largo” que le prometí
Ok pues sigo!
Cuelgo el teléfono y ando buscando
A Ivy que anda en un “convertible” blanco
Tranquilo porque nebulas no se me acercan
Pero que esperaban con un rifle ¿Quién carajo inventa!!?
Boricua’s State Of Mind
n#gg#s gonna die
This is how we do we gonna “take your life”
Queen’a with the killa’
Grand O
For realla’
ShangTsun, Bimbo!
Y acabamos con tu vida
You can die, He’s the “Leo”
You can die trying
Stop trying!
m#th*rf#ck*r stay in “line”
“Don’t make me loose” va decidido y acabar “contigo”
Si-Yo!
Soy peligro para el enemigo
Oh yeah!
No make me hopper’ pump’up blunt the “shit that”
If you come on round, click-clack
And at you #ss that
Or hope you be the watch, not the”dummy”
Ain’t funny
Queen’a m#th*rf#ck*r is “busy” with my money
“Let’s move the Glock” llama Omar a mi “celular”
Pues contandole con “furia” hay que trabajar
Llama a Queena y a Ceja
Que traigan “perras” de cualquier “calibre”
Que son de trono acabaremo’ este dos killer’
Así que dile!
Somebody gonna die!
Pero más que na!
Boricua’s State Of Mind
Yo!
Boricua’s State Of Mind
n#gg#s gonna die
This is how we do we gonna “take your life”
Queen’a with the killa’
Grand O
For realla’
ShangTsun, Bimbo!
Y acabamos con tu vida
Para, para, para, para, para, para
“Mira!”
La muchacha del Maiko’
“Ven acá un momento”
La Queen se le estaba corriendo el maquillaje
Mera!
Omar!
Esa no era!
Eso es lo que no me gusta
“La camisa es la roja no la azul”
Bimbo!
Bimbo no te maquillaron ahora mismo
Que tu vas’cer comiendo pollo canto ‘e cabron
¿Dónde está Ceja?
Se fue!
Que ese hambre, no!
Ustedes ‘tan cabrones!
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Boricua’s State Of Mind Lyrics English
Okay! Take One!
Order In The Set!
Boricua’s State of Mind!
Where your f#ck is the library of this man?
Six O’Clock!
Pits Are Harder Around The Spot
Tension in the “environment”
For “click” of my “Glock”
The house of dead
My mind “machine”
Ando handing out death if they call me for a “radio”
“Nebulous car, stay cautious”
“In Puerto Rico Matamo ‘Talent and not mafioso'”
They are looking for me
Six SHIRTS IS _
They go through the door
__ The Dead Party!
Panic of “Flow”
The public looking for “help”
My lovely eyes of blood for the “Homicide”
Polycia approaches the “crime” scene
Prosecutors and forensic the cadaver describe
The “8:30” to turn the car left the facts
I go for the “Expresso” listening Boricua’s State of Mind
“Meet I at the Studio”
Let me tell you something that happened to me
“Four guys follow me”
Nebulearon, failed
Died!
What the hell were they believed?
Maybe they do not know that here there is war!
Everyone who visits my “earth” runs on his own
“Crazy”
They do not know what devil ‘face
Ando with __ that attack if they do not “respect”
Bit!
This is how we go motherf#ker!
Boricua’s State of Mind, Bring The m#th*rf#ck*r Rush!
Boricua’s State of Mind
n#gg#s Gonna Die.
This is How We do We Gonna “Take Your Life”
Queena ‘with the killa’
Grand O.
For Realla ‘
Shangtsun, Bimbo!
And we end up with your life
The cell phone sounds
Eyebrow calls Lady
Rolling with a “Perse”
Because I come from a “mission”
Where I just rapt to two or three “b#stards”
And hides the body of a
Inside Baules.
Let me look inside this jodi’a “Gabeta”
The number of Gran Omar to know where he is
This is not fiction, this is the one that there is
You will prove a bit of the Boricua State of Mind
STATE OF MIND!
What is Mommy going on?
I’m coming out of the Cabron house
Who should owe me Pakas What are you believed?
I have “money”
Because I bring you the “diamond” that I promised you
It is picked up from the de’o to the “ignorant”, we go babe
Tell me what happened? But hello softly
I do not really want to lose the minimum detail
And be sincere
I will have to look for the “re-short”
Fill it with cartridge
And go out like a madman to hunt, so eat again andal!
Soft Cojelo “Daddy” I do not know what
What eyebrow will wait for us at the “arrival point”
Coop this “kiss” that I will wait for you
So I take the cellar the “long” that I promised
Ok, I’m still!
I hang the phone and I’m looking for
To Ivy who is in a white “convertible”
Quiet because nebulas do not approach me
But who waited with a rifle, who can f#ck inventa !!?
Boricua’s State of Mind
n#gg#s Gonna Die.
This is How We do We Gonna “Take Your Life”
Queen’a with the killa ‘
Grand O.
For Realla ‘
Shangtsun, Bimbo!
And we end up with your life
You Can Die, He’s The “Leo”
You Can Die Trying
STOP TRYING!
m#th*rf#ck*r Stay in “Line”
“Do not make me loose” is decided and finished “with you”
If I!
I am danger to the enemy
Oh yeah!
Do not make me Hopper ‘Pump’Up Blunt The “Shit That”
IF You Come On Round, Click-Clack
And at you #ss that
Or Hope You Be The Watch, Not The “Dummy”
Ain’t Funny.
Queen’a m#th*rf#ck*r is “busy” with my money
“Let’s Move the Glock” Call Omar to my “cellular”
Then contanding with “fury” you have to work
Call Queena and an eyebrow
That bring “b#tches” of any “caliber”
That are throne finished ‘this two killer’
So tell him!
Somebody Gonna Die!
But more than Na!
Boricua’s State of Mind
Me!
Boricua’s State of Mind
n#gg#s Gonna Die.
This is How We do We Gonna “Take Your Life”
Queen’a with the killa ‘
Grand O.
For Realla ‘
Shangtsun, Bimbo!
And we end up with your life
For, stop, for, for, for
“Look!”
The Maiko girl ‘
“Come here for a moment”
The queen was running the makeup
Mera!
Omar!
It was not it!
that’s what I do not like
“The shirt is the red no the blue”
Bimbo!
Bimbo did not make up right now
That you vas’cer eating chicken sing ‘e cabron
Where is Ceja?
She left!
May that hunger, not!
You ‘so b#stards!
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MC Ceja Lyrics – Boricua’s State Of Mind