Lyrics
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, Nicholas Roubanis, Sidney Keith Russell, Milton Leeds, Jose C. Pina
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com