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Here comes the horns...

(Verse 1)

Step back when I bring the swing
Like the american pastime
That alow deliver to stack up black night
Makin' all funky like a futa
Hang, four to you make more funky like a from free
Masta, blocked like a ketshup scream
Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill
Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ
The fake at the album collection, lookin' lookin'
Rusia, puro delinquente session
>From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure
Put on maleta, now I can see you
Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you
Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club
You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party
That is on town, is on town...
That grows like the weels
Can't loco with sprees
Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me
Ha, you can't beat me
Fool, is so easy
Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north
So sit back and freest youself...

CHORUS:

Here Comes The Horns... (x 3)

(Verse 2)

Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit
You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this
It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it
Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned
Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened
Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped
So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted
Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted
Some skin light man give me some psychedelic
Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it
They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it
Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it
You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now
Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time
They will do we though
And all the shit we do
Los delinquentes hoo....

(CHORUS)

(Verse 3)

El ritmo latino más fino es lo que traigo
Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo
Yo puedo más facil contigo sin mis amigos
Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo
Calmate cuate, yo tengo razón
Dime como quiere bronca con el más chingón
A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente
Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes...
No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out
Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro
Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction
I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section
If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha
Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha
Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north
So sit back and freest youself...

(CHORUS)
Here comes the horns...     (Verse 1)    Step back when I bring the swing   Like the american pastime   That alow deliver to stack up black night   Makin' all funky like a futa   Hang, four to you make more funky like a from free   Masta, blocked like a ketshup scream   Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill   Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ   The fake at the album collection, lookin' lookin'   Rusia, puro delinquente session   >From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure   Put on maleta, now I can see you   Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you   Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club   You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party   That is on town, is on town...   That grows like the weels   Can't loco with sprees   Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me   Ha, you can't beat me  Fool, is so easy   Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north   So sit back and freest youself...     CHORUS:     Here Comes The Horns... (x 3)    (Verse 2)     Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit   You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this   It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it   Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned   Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened   Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped   So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted   Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted   Some skin light man give me some psychedelic   Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it   They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it   Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it  You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now   Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time   They will do we though   And all the shit we do  Los delinquentes hoo....     (CHORUS)     (Verse 3)     El ritmo latino más fino es lo que traigo   Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo   Yo puedo más facil contigo sin mis amigos   Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo   Calmate cuate, yo tengo razón   Dime como quiere bronca con el más chingón   A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente   Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes...   No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out   Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro   Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction   I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section   If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha   Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha  Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north   So sit back and freest youself...     (CHORUS)