VeinteUno Radio

INTRO — police scanner / cinematic] “Southbound Bristol… blacked-out exotic vehicles seen leaving the hills…” “Vice unit requesting backup…” “Subject known as VeinteUno…” (church bells + deep bass rumble) ⸻ [VERSE 1] Llamada tras llamada desde una cabaña allá arriba en la sierra de Michoacán, a Santa Ana… de Santa Ana al resto del país… Mira… del resto del país las llamadas vienen para atrás a Santa Ana, de Santa Ana hasta la sierra de Michoacán… Porque el chamaco tiene que producir billetes… Son dos países, ¿no? Billetes verdes… paso rosita… o moraditos… Nos dieron permiso en México de trabajar, pero el hambre no pregunta si el hombre quiere descansar… (accordion answers softly) Desde morro aprendimos que la vida cobra caro, que pa’ salir adelante hay que ensuciarse las manos, Mientras unos duermen tranquilos bajo techo asegurado, otros cruzan madrugadas buscando el siguiente pago. ⸻ [HOOK] Santa Ana Vice… Rolling through the city in the midnight lights… Santa Ana Vice… Prayers to the sky while we living that life… 21… 21… 21… echoing through cathedral nights… 21… 21… 21… West Coast dreams under city lights… ⸻ [VERSE 2 — GTA LUXURY] Wake up smelling like Baccarat Rouge and Tom Ford Oud, Silk Versace robe while the skyline still blue, Cartier skeleton flooded dancing under candlelight, Richard Mille glowing every time it hit the night. Amiri denim stacked over Louis V trainers, Chrome Hearts glasses while the waitress know my name first, Burberry trench hanging next to Ferragamo leather, Italian stitching tailored just to survive the pressure. Late nights, neon lights, California skyline, Pulling out the mansion while the GPS reroute time, Matte black Ferrari with the red guts parked, Engine sound echoing through the canyon after dark. Grand Theft Auto lifestyle but the pain still real, Champagne waterfalls while the city chase deals, AMIRI fit tailored with the Cuban on chill, And the Cartier bussdown make a half-ticket spill. 21… 21… echoing through the penthouse suite… 21… 21… bass knocking through the leather seats… (BASS DROP) Louis XIII poured over oversized ice cubes, Private rooftop dinners while helicopters fly through, AP skeleton shining when the waitress walk by, Everybody living fast but pretending they alright. From Newport Coast down to Bristol after dark, Lamb truck matte gray parked outside after-hours bars, Palm trees swaying while the city smell expensive, Even heartbreak out here come luxury scented. ⸻ [VERSE 3 — ARAB MONEY SWITCH] Couple Arabs in the lobby talking business in Dubai tones, White robes, gold watches, smelling like pure oud smoke, Million-dollar handshake while the hookah clouds float, Arabic cologne trails lingering all through the Rolls. Habibi conversations over Louis XIII glasses, Private jets booked overnight, no commercial classes, Cartier cuffs dancing under chandelier flashes, Everybody rich here, nobody asking taxes. Tom Ford suit tailored with the silk scarf hanging, Ferrari convoy outside the valet entrance, Middle Eastern diamonds hitting hard under mansion lamps, While Santana still calling through the nighttime static. 21… 21… Middle Eastern money vibes… 21… 21… California luxury nights… ⸻ [OUTRO] Five in the morning, “let’s go have breakfast…” Porsche coupe flying while the rain hit reckless… High-class Ferrari coupe parked by the entrance, while she fixing makeup in the mirror acting restless… Santa Ana Vice… cathedral nights and cold rain… Santa Ana Vice… VeinteUno switching lanes… (female layered vocal) “Veeeeinteuno…” “Santa Ana Viiiiice…”