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In the bay was where that dream happened
Of my buddy Juan carrying money
I took out the backpack and took several risks
And now the ice hangs here

We went up, I'm not looking for fame
BackPack Boyz, the marijuana
Sometimes on the little beach he lets loose
He likes the champagne ones
And in Javier the daiquiris opening the way
We go to the club with the buddies

I close deals with gelato
I must always protect my identity
I carry bullets and, on the side, my brother
We must cultivate herb

BackPack Boyz, wuh!

We turn our flowers into magic
And the greens are well spent
In Los Angeles, where I found my home
Mexican descent

From head to toe on my body the brands
And a blonde accompanies me
Few are those who know my face
Buddy P for the crowd
In Las Vegas dressed in Balenciaga
Or in the clubs the artistry

I close deals with gelato
I must always protect my identity
I carry bullets and, on the side, my brother
We must cultivate herb

Wuh!
There it goes, cousin