Текст песни Vatos Locos

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 Locos