Trucha - Fifth Sun

Chorus: Coyote

Trucha

Locos en carusha

West coast en Califa

Swing check, motherfucker

Cocking shit, full clip

We bang, slang shit

Repeat Chorus

Cause in the streets, ese, lot of money cat doublin'

Killer grime grumblin', water bong bubblin'

All drunk, slumblin'

In the by, rumblin'

Who’s on top?

It’s the Fifth Sun again

Uh!

Women lovin' it

Yeah, keep 'em comin' in

What ese, don’t make tell ya where I’m from again

Dope, crack, slangin' it

Fifth Sun bangin' it

Fuck these conectas, I was here to run, cunnin' it

Check this shit out, ese, Chingon’s runnin' it

Pussy on the loose, in need to be ya one and cum in it

Thuggin' it, for the fuck of it, straight scummin' it

9−0-2−3-0 Caddilac, hummin' it

In the trunk, stashing clavo, shovin' it

Slip away from police, Chingon be mobbin' it

In the late night, got a bitch waiting, rubbing it

Simon, original

Fifth Sun, permanent, what

Repeat Chorus Twice

Word out, no doubt, where we taking booze out

Fools taking rats out, body leaving boots out

Trucha, slow mo, carusha, cuetes out

Ruse out, no doubt, like feria moving about

The barrios, we cruise out, locos got the nooze out

Gotta lace the boots up, ese, pull the booze out

West coast do this

Thought you knew this

Serio, pedo

It’s drugs to the U. S

Indo out the windows

Bob and hop in Buicks

Bitch like that

Gobble up a dick

He’s a lee on the lick

You know how they love a dick

And if it’s on like that

Fifth Sun like this

Emceeing ese

Panchos guns, full clip

Check it then

We crack-a-lack it like this

Valle Cochela Califa, street hip hop familia

Too down, homeboy

Mocha-lit with affilia

Repeat Chorus Twice

D’s throwing it up, you vatos better best up

Heads up, sets up, wet up, never give up

Takin' out a hero

Will shut the rest up

Tense up, west up, hey vato, guess what?

Fact is, this is, chronic like the best is

Hit 'em where the chest is

We walk like eses

Red and rum, pura, hora, jura

Put away the buddha

You’se a fool of jura

Fuck that, fuck this, from this gangsta wetback

Busting tech straps, moving sets back

Set traps or get back, lyrically strapped

With raps and tracks

Based on true facts

Who’s that in the back?

Peeping the blue hat

I’m taking all ya bitches, and that’s that

Repeat Chorus Four Times