[Intro: Bless]
Yeah, this one right here is for my Dominican peoples, all my Latin peoples, it's over
[Verse 1: Sol Valdez]
Ayo, I'm still caliente , still reppin' pa' to'a mi gente, still poppin' this shit that'll keep the crowd presente, entiende
The road's been long, but we still rollin' strong, pa' que sepa que we holdin' on
I heard the Puerto Ricans and Dominicans have been failed, that's the word on the street
They sould be deaded on this beat, some be like quе lo que, others be likе dímelo
I shoot all you cats with 35 milímetros, I'm just tryin' to keep your butter like manteca
This top is la meta, así que no te meta', don't think I came all this way and let you take lo mío
I've hungry, son, so don't get el torcito from my grill
To Santo Domingo, I'm keepin' it vivo, makin' music for my people
One love pa' to'a mi gente, la octa behind them patras
Ayo, Ray, let him feel the drama in his guitarra
[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)
[Verse 2: 2 Saï]
Ayo, the colds on my streets, they still caliente
'Cause even it cold weather, you feel the heat presente
It's a cold world, a lot of you niggas gotta be felt
It's beef, yeah, two purposes, this shit can get felt
Civilians bein' targets, blastin' guns, spillin' sangre
That's the motto of kids, livin' in la calle
The devil got his plan made, man made
Ignorance spread like AIDS, history, it's made like the world trade
And so, I guess I gotta watch my back
Folks who's your motherfuckers wanna keep me off track
And so much stress that I might just crack
Es mi estilo de vivir, me not keep it rhymey like that
'Cause of shady crackheads in the streets smokin' them cracks
My guard is up, what the fuck, as the scheme to attack
Born and shined to God, you get knocked for your queso (Queso)
So once upon a time, fuck every other el diablo suelto
The you got the crooked pops, put you down the block (The [?] is hot)
Like güeros on your jocks, so, what the fuck's the deal?
I present my realm, soy el Gordo Grucho
And I be keepin' it real, que lo qué
[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)
[Verse 3: Sol Valdez]
Ayo, the call to my streets is mad drama
Thievin' for the wrong reasons, you'll be leavin' with bad karma
Death before dishonor, the block is still hot
Still caliente, point and strike while cops raid the spot
Assault and armed robberies with no máscara
Fuck around, get your wig peeled back like a cáscara
Bullet travel at high speeds and have no names
Algún instante, cats can blow your frame, it's all the same
Niggas fight fire with fuego, the temperature's risin'
Y el bifeo gets feo (Gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo)
[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente
Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)
[Outro: Sol Valdez]
Quema, quema, quema, quema
