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Caracas y Maracas, there's danger in the air We're the reyes of the street, we don't play fair La vida loca, that's our way of life Surviving the chaos with a gun or a knife Sangre y fuego, blood and fire In the underworld, we will never retire The day of the dead, we will find our release Día de los Muertos, rest in peace Die Rest in peace The streets is where we made it Now blast the kick gated The streets is where we made it Now blast the kick gated The streets is where we made it, where we made it The streets is where we made it Now blast the kick gated Gated Gated, gated, gated Día de los Muertos, rest in peace Let's go Yeah Come on Let's go Come on Caracas y Maracas, there's danger in the air We're the reyes of the street, we don't play fair La vida loca, that's our way of life Surviving the chaos with a gun or a knife Sangre y fuego, blood and fire In the underworld, we will never retire The day of the dead, we will find our release Día de los Muertos, rest in peace Die Día de los Muertos Día de los Muertos
Writer(s): Fred Wise, Jose C. Pina, Milton Leeds, Nicholas Roubanis, Sidney Keith Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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