Lobos Video (MV)

Come and hunt with the tribe and pray for your food,
You can hear the wolfs howling
In this jungle where the wolves stake woke,
Dont provoke what you aint ready for
Deadly war
My old head loco from the coke he snored,
They affraid to see me fly and soar, hear the lions roar
We hungry in this bitch youre a bitch inside your core,
Honda accord got shot up
Speeding with no breaks in Tinys Ford
I cant afford to loose
Im praying to the Lord por todo mi dolor
Nunca vendas tu honor,
Some times I explore with the idea of being rich with marble on the floor,
I adore you baby con toda tu belleza y glamor,
Aqui es pura familia respeto y amor
Time to put them numbers on the board,
Soy un pinche gladiador el ganador
El vengador,
Que calor cuando prende la ganja,
Es mi cancha, si pierdo quiero la revancha,
La vision es ancha
Dawg wacha escucha ponte trucha them fool will shoot ya,
Throw you inside the chatahooche,
I bought the fuska from the homie chucky,
Now I can blast back if they try to shoot me,
I was just thinking how they threw us in the jungle ,
Late nights with the wolf pack,
Came out that motherf*cker with aligator boots and a chinchila jacket,
Its getting spooky over here, they disaopear lake lanier,
Im tryna make it through the year
I aint of affraid of no one but the man in the mirror,
In times of war in times of peace,
In times of hunger in times of feast ,
Complete the jale with a dirty piece,
God hurry please
Im praying on my knees,
How they dare take from me,
I put in work since I was young raking leaves,
Then i started bagging trees,
In these drastic times my family needs to eat,
But I hated all the late night calls ,
I see the enemies creep thats why I sleep with one I open,
I was hoping you would open the door,
And to be honest I was hoping for more,

I shouldve realized the devil is in the detail,
The liqour and the weed smell where Im from this is three twelve

Come and hunt with the tribe and pray for your food,
Short temper dawg dont play with my mood ,
It was me pewee naiji and boo,
We hid our pitbulls in the woods,
The hustle runing through my roots
They hate it when i speak in spanish cocodrilo on my boots,
A la verga esos vatos tell me if you understood,
Yeah
Yeah
Come and hunt with the tribe and pray for your food