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(*Music: N. Evaristo / Lyrics: N. Evaristo) |
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Born an outcast* |
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Black sheep from birth |
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A street as a father |
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His mother a whore |
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Not white, not black |
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Caught between tribes |
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More to prove and nothing to loose |
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Rise through ranks |
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His cold blooded climb |
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The summit a place divine |
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His heaven of crime |
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When it comes the time to prove your tough |
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They'll say: |
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Vatos locos |
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Then you'll show you've got the balls to kill |
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They'll say: |
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Vatos Locos |
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Have you got the courage to display your hate |
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Vatos Locos |
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Rip your enemies all by the throat, |
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Our way |
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Vatos Locos |