Narco Corridos - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, Joaquin Gonzalez

Coka mythology, murder world, Uncle Howie in the big park

The other kids knew the shit that he sparked

Crack is the new shit on the block, they pitched and he copped

Lost his mind, got high as fuck and lit up the spot

So when I caught him smoking crack in my crib I kicked him out

Almost kicked his ass but then I decided not to for what?

Then he bounced with a tear in his eye

I remember thinking the next time I see his face I hope he’s alive

So lost in the excitement, no shame

Fuck society’s indictments and fuck you too if you don’t like it

That’s his attitude, that’s his outlook

In and out of Riker’s Island all throughout my childhood

A wild dude, I’ve done every drug you can name

Except dope and crack cocaine

I gotta thank Uncle Howie for that

After seeing what he did to his life I stepped back

Thank God I never got caught up or went back

But weed is still a problem, I’m hooked on kush

Hooked on chronic, rolling up the purple in the blunt

I’m Chinese in the eyes, Lebanese with the nines

American with the rhymes, Brooklyn till I die

Esto son corridos de los más idos, los más locos

Y son pocos, lo que no están torcidos

A los narcos borrachos y cocodrilos

No escogimos la vida simplemente fuimos nacidos

Sé que la vida es dura y siempre está la duda,

Yo sigo siendo quien soy hasta que deje viuda

He was a Mexican, first generation, the kid was 10

Used to play tools and mix booze for pop and his friends

A mixmaster, yeah the kid was nice with the blends

Just ice with two Cokes, a Super Socko with gin

The streets saw a future narco in him

He saw his father’s bad habits and went to cycle following them

The bottle and the women and sin

And the domestic violence, the silence of the music when it begins

The alcohol was a part of his life, bigger than Christ

Cause when he needed to cope he turned to the vice

From a teen pregnancy to when his brother died twice

He kept rolling the dice under the influence?

He went from this close to killing himself to barely dodging death

The scent of some liquor probably taint his last breath

I feel less sympathy as time pass

The more I see his reflection every time I look in the glass