Puro - C.R.O

Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Oh, reparto con mi familia, son platos formando líneas

Mis gatos, su mala vida, lo gasto en marca y comida

Arrancando pa' la avenida, comprando droga y bebida

Mirando mal a esos niggas, la noche se pone real

Ni-ni-nigga, el tiempo me quiere ver mal

Veo gente alzando el dedo cuando quiero vacilar

Hay dinero que ganar, dinero que gastar

El barrio está llorando, otra vez volvió a pasar

Mi mierda es real, reformando cosa' serias

Habilidad infectada renacida de bacterias

Nigga, contrabando por la feria

Está creciendo el rencor y toda la puta miseria

Nigga, estamos dando la cara

Crecimos hartos de escuchar su porquería mala

¿Buscas estilo?

En el barrio te lo regalan

Tan pura la buena vida que se hace mala

Cordones desatados, los ojos achinados

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Aunque no lo queramos, estamos involucrados

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Son solo tardes con to' los chicos del barrio

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Soltando el humo por to' mi vecindario

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Laces untied, eyes slanted

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Although we do not want it, we are involved

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

It's just afternoons with all the boys in the neighborhood

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Releasing the smoke for all my neighborhood

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Oh, I share with my family, it's plates forming lines

My cats, their bad life, I spend it on brand and food

Starting for the avenue, buying drugs and drinks

Looking bad at them niggas, the night gets real

Ni-ni-nigga, time wants to see me bad

I see people raising the finger when I want to hesitate

There's money to be made, money to be spent

The neighborhood is crying, it happened again

My shit is real, reforming serious things

Infected ability reborn from bacteria

Nigga, bootlegging through the fair

The rancor is growing and all the fucking misery

Nigga, we're showing up

We grew sick of hearing your mean shit

Looking for style?

In the neighborhood they give it to you

The good life is so pure that it becomes bad

Laces untied, eyes slanted

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Although we do not want it, we are involved

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

It's just afternoons with all the boys in the neighborhood

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang

Releasing the smoke for all my neighborhood

Pure gang, pure gang, pure gang