Tres Deliquentes Lyrics - Singles - Delinquent Habits

I fix my bass goes hardcore 

down for cleek-hi 

whose that enemeny pump through the speaker 

bass gets to pumping rutas get to pump it 

who's that rap king gets the party stop jumpin 

blasting too high, no need for the bulla 

I hammer with the one knock the last shot through ya 

Step to the crowd I fell the strain 

throw your nezos in the moshpit feel the pain 

so don't get in my way baby 

because the loco is the one here to play baby 

my shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest 

tres delinguente's step into the madness 

(horns) 

Ya undas muchacho a vienes te miro 

si me traes bronca me loco de aqui-yo 

me paro te tumbo no es tu rumbo 

Y con en lingo talvez te confundo 

she stay 5 with the 5 foot 10 

one blaxican once again with the cocktail pin 

as I emerge from the deapths all around my son 

back lack yack crack hope to run 

altravest in the chest and the crews so much stress 

one blaxican on the scrongy old test 

hittin heart like a nastic swift like a zooloo 

thats what its like when a palm shot through you 

my manarism miled till the punks get piled 

my number one assasin fits the mad funk style 

me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente 

this is how I freak it when I'm speakin to the hente 

(horns) 

watcha ducha seme tres cooncha 

someones delinquente still a que de lucha 

freaky disces equals san oray 

O G freaks the beat the manyachees play 

fade it in snap on a essaw 10 

produce the mach may haw so G style I can 

freaky pumpin bass out the carro 

oh gee he's got more boom boom than Charlo 

3rd is tres bring cuts to your face 

hold down the nino with the penny to his waist 

see all the style used to create 

(horns) 

That's Spanish? 

No, that wasn't Spanish that was English 

No, uh uh, that, that was Spanish