He ain't Mexican (he's Cuban) but I fukked with AG Cubano tough back in the day, he had a dope flow and he could really spit. He sold out and changed his sound for the worse though when he got on MMG Latino or whatever the fukk. He used to be raw forreal though
"Six-Sev Chevelle, dub deuces call em Hot Wheels
Run up on my whip and you gon see how that chop feels
Six-Sev Chevelle, dub deuces call em Hot Wheels,
we call em Hot Wheels, yo...
You think you know me well?
My first case was possession with intent to sell
And it's still five whops for a quarter quelo
Serran wrappin, money mackin, trappin through the mail
No trace no name fukk jail,
Judge labeled me a flight risk and revoked bail
First day out, I'm back with a sack and a hand-scale
My money good from last year, my bread is not stale
I like my white girl pale, that's how I like ale
The police on my tail like the paparazzi
I ain't going back man I'm going kamikaze, this Chevelle got paws see
I'ma take em on one if them boys try to stop me
Playing with my payment, you'd catch a fade man
Get razor-blade shaving, I been pacing
impatient, waiting for arraignment
I'ma need a lawyer before I make a statement
creating shaping, young homies to be just like me
grind ruthless and leave a sucka toothless
For woofin on ya name truthless on movements
Speaking on nikkas you ain't cool with I cool whip, cruise dip
With a half brick, ollie-up and kick-flip
Break it down to kick zips, Taking trips on toes tips
All I got is my balls and my dikk
And I earned my respect, have heart, have hustle-muscle biceps
Pyrex and projects, cucarachas
Mobstas and shottas, broke nikkas and shoppers
Some are still boys, and some fathers
Block monsters, under your bed and in your closet"

