Chris Jedi joins forces with YOVNGCHIMI and Dei V in ‘Los Que Son,’ a gritty anthem of street loyalty and swagger. The track, crafted by lyricists Angel Javier Aviles, Carlos E. Ortiz Rivera, and David G. Rivera Juarbe, mixes sharp verses with a hard-hitting beat. It’s a bold statement about staying true to your crew and dominating the game.
Released: June 28, 2023
Los Que Son
Chris Jedi | Yovngchimi
Los Que Son Lyrics English Translation by Chris Jedi | Yovngchimi
The song’s lyrics highlight a life of power and pride. YOVNGCHIMI drops lines like, ‘The street belongs to us, and there’ll never be another like me,’ emphasizing dominance and self-assurance. Chris Jedi and Dei V back the message with their own verses, painting a picture of a world where loyalty and influence rule.
On gangWith the gang.
Mera, dime, baby, este e’ el del flavor (Los diablo’)Look, tell me, baby, this is the one with the style (The Devils).
Dile a ese cabr#n que tú anda’ con el que e’ y el que e’ anda con los que son (Oh-oh)Tell that ‘id#ot’ that you’re with the right one, and the right one is with the real ones.
Que no se le olvide (Brr, brr, brr)Don’t let him forget it.
Baby, tú anda’ con los que sonBaby, you’re rolling with the real ones,
Y los que son tienen la movie en onand the real ones have the movie running.
Pichéale a ese cabr#n, dile que anda’ en un aviónIgnore that ‘id#ot’, tell him you’re on a plane,
Y que acá arriba no hay conexiónand there’s no connection up here.
Que yo soy un diablo, que él no me va a meter presiónI’m a devil, he’s not going to put any pressure on me.
Siempre ando con mi corillo (Gang)I’m always with my crew.
Los mío’ brillan si yo brillo (Yo brillo)My people shine if I shine.
A los haters me los echo al bolsillo (Uah)I’ve got all the haters in my pocket.
Y a mis enemigo’, que se cuiden si los pilloAnd as for my enemies, they’d better watch out if I catch them,
Que les vo’a vaciar to’ los cepillo’because I’m going to unleash everything I’ve got.
La calle es de nosotro’ (Oh) y como yo no va a haber otroThe street belongs to us, and there’ll never be another like me.
Siempre ando en el carro con el palo ‘e copiloto (Prr)I’m always in the car with my protection in the passenger seat.
Fumando un pasto que me da puño’ en los pulmone’ como Cotto (Glizzy Gvng, ja)Smoking something that hits my lungs hard like a boxer’s punch.
Y siempre que salgo tiran foto’ (Shh-shh)And whenever I go out, they’re taking photos.
Baby, con ese c#lo aplaudeBaby, move that ‘bo#y’,
Que yo te vo’a tirar los chavo’ del fraude (Sí)because I’m going to throw this fast money at you.
Yeah, yeah, la calle está que ardeYeah, yeah, the streets are burning up,
Y yo los vo’a matar hoy porque pa’ mañana es tardeand I’m going to dominate them today because tomorrow is too late.
Ando en la pista con la clica, siempre con un flavor nuevo y eso les pica (Flavor)I’m on the track with the clique, always with a new style and that bothers them.
Yo tengo par de chica’, ma, te veo ahorita, ja (Ah-ah)I’ve got a couple of girls, babe, I’ll see you in a bit.
Ahora pa’ verme hay que hacer citaNow you’ve got to make an appointment to see me.
Parece que me sacaron de la caja porque me veo nuevoIt looks like I was just taken out of the box because I look brand new.
Cuando llego, viran el cuelloWhen I arrive, everyone turns their heads.
Yo soy different, , listenI’m different, listen.
Yo soy calla’o, ustede’ to’ lo dicenI stay quiet while you all talk too much.
Baby, tú anda’ con los que sonBaby, you’re rolling with the real ones,
Y los que son tienen la movie en onand the real ones have the movie running.
Pichéale a ese cabr#n, dile que anda’ en un avión (Mvrder Gang)Ignore that ‘id#ot’, tell him you’re on a plane.
Y que acá arriba no hay conexión (Glizzy Gvng)And there’s no connection up here.
Que yo soy un diablo, que él no me va a meter presión (Ah-ah)I’m a devil, he’s not going to put any pressure on me.
Siempre ando con mi corilloI’m always with my crew.
Los mío’ brillan si yo brilloMy people shine if I shine.
A los haters me los echo al bolsilloI’ve got all the haters in my pocket,
Y a mis enemigo’, que se cuiden si los pillo (Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)and as for my enemies, they’d better watch out if I catch them.
Que les vo’a vaciar to’ los cepillo’ (El diablo)I’m going to unleash everything I’ve got.
Yo ando con un millón (Un millón)I’m walking around with a million.
En chavo’, prenda’ y el McLaren (El McLaren)With cash, jewelry, and the McLaren (the McLaren).
Las pistola’ encima, a 120 el millaje (Ah-ah-ah)Armed and ready, hitting 120 on the speedometer.
From the block, cabr#n, a mí me sobra el tigueraje (Tigueraje)From the block, I’ve got plenty of street swagger.
Con tresciento’ bandido’, má’ real que Héctor “El Father” (Ah-ah)With three hundred outlaws, more real than ‘the legend’ Hector ‘El Father’.
Te damo’ los tiro’ a fuego, no importa quién nos grabe (Ja, ja)We’ll handle the situation with intensity, we don’t care who’s filming.
De negro, modo ninja, te acuesto y nadie sabeDressed in black, ninja style, I’ll put you to sleep and nobody will know.
Cantando lo que hacen los drug dealer, los scammer’ (Los scammer’)Singing about what the drug dealers and scammers do.
Cabr#ne’, yo siempre ando con los bichote’ de la calleI’m always rolling with the street kingpins.
La baby me mama el b#cho y hasta me empaca los kilo’ (Ah-ah)The girl performs ‘pleas#re’ on me and even packs the ‘kil#s’.
Los demonio’ haciendo ruido, en el cuello es to’ Sub-Zero (A fuego)The ‘demons’ are making noise, and my neck is covered in ‘Sub-Zero’ diamonds.
Cabr#n, nos gusta el gatillo, resuelvo las cosa’ a tiro’We’ve got a dangerous vibe, I handle business with intensity.
Las onza’ en el Torino, la ganga fumando Zkittlez (Glizzy Gvng, Mvrder Gang, hijuep#ta)The ‘weights’ are in the Torino, the gang’s smoking ‘Zkittlez’ cannabis (Glizzy Gang, Murder Gang, ‘s#n of a b#tch’).
Porque, baby, la calle es de nosotro’ (Gang, gang, gang; d nosotro’)Because, baby, the street belongs to us.
Y como estos diablo’ no van a haber otro’ (Nah, nah)And there won’t be any others like these ‘demons’.
Relaja al noviecito o te lo prendemo’, un smoke up (En fuego)Tell your boyfriend to chill or we’ll turn up the heat on him.
Que los diablo’ tienen hambre viendo monstruo’ (Ah)Since these ‘demons’ are hungry and looking for targets.
La vuelta ha cambia’o (Ha cambia’o) y aquí están los que son (Los que son)The game has changed, and here are the real ones.
Y los que son tienen la movie en on (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)And the real ones have the ‘movie’ lifestyle turned on.
Sigo con siete peine’, flow AMIRI es el mahón (AMIRI es el mahón)I’ve still got seven ‘magazines’, with that ‘AMIRI’ designer denim flow.
Baby, yo soy un diablo, somo’ los de la presión (Ah-ah)Baby, I’m a ‘demon’, we’re the ones with all the influence.
Baby, tú anda’ con los que sonBaby, you’re rolling with the real ones,
Y los que son tienen la movie en onand the real ones have the ‘movie’ lifestyle turned on.
Pichéale a ese cabr#n, dile que anda’ en un maquinónIgnore that ‘los#r’, tell him you’re in a powerful ride,
Con un carbón y medio millónwith a custom piece and half a million.
Que yo soy un diablo, que él no me va a meter presiónI’m a ‘demon’, and he’s not going to intimidate me.
Dei V, yeahDei V, yeah.
Mera, indica, JediLook, let ’em know, Jedi.
Ya le dije a la baby que yo ando con el que e’I already told the girl that I’m with the man,
Y el que e’ anda con los que sonand the man is rolling with the real ones.
Ellos sabenThey already know.
Esto es Underwater, Los Marciano’This is Underwater, ‘The Martians’.
El flavor es realThe flavor is real.
Glizzy Gavng, Glizzy Gvng, Glizzy Gvng, hueleb#-b#-b#Glizzy Gang, Glizzy Gang, Glizzy Gang, you ‘dick-sn#ffers’.
Ah-ah-ahAh-ah-ah.
Dime, Chris Jedi, Gaby MusicTell me, Chris Jedi, Gaby Music.
Los del DribbleThe ones from ‘The Dribble’.
Smoke Up Gang, hueleb#Smoke Up Gang, you ‘dick-sn#ffers’.
Los diablo’The ‘demons’.
One40TowersOne40Towers.
Money Wayy, b#tchIt’s the Money Wayy lifestyle, b#tch.
The Money Wayy, the Mvrda WayyThe path of wealth, and the dangerous way of life.
Los Que Son Music Video
The meaning of ‘Los Que Son’ is about street supremacy and loyalty. The lyrics celebrate a lifestyle where the crew comes first, and enemies are left in the dust.