OuuGee (part. FERNANDOCOSTA)
Tú eres fake, te falta flow, cabrón, y yo soy un OG (OG, OG)
Siempre royal blue y Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Siempre arrebata'o y yo no vendo weed (no)
No soy un gangsta, bro, yo solo soy OG
Ah, no te esfuerce', desde pequeño soy un OG
Es natural para mí, así que no intenten parecerse (no)
Fumo desde los 13
Me cago en to'a la ley, que le follen a los juece' (what, what?)
Sin que me pese
Si ando por ahí, siempre tengo el bulto full
Pero aquí no hay na' pa ti porque no eres de mi crew
Yo no soy un Crip, pero siempre visto de azul
Cero lío por la street porque soy un tipo cool (tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)
18k mi chain, mamá
Y la cara to' tatuá' como The Game
What's your name, mamá?
Si te metes pa'l VIP, mosca con mis pana'
Que tú, jamba, va' a querer pipí, y cualquiera la jala
Pues sionis perros callejero'
Andamo fachero' hasta cuando no había dinero
Ahora que to' está bien y las cosas se nos dieron
En verano uso jersey y en invierno un coat de cuero
Con tu puta, un caballero
Pero si me jodes, sugiero que antes de ver el chispero, pienses primero
Pues va a salir mi ñero, y nadie va a saber qué pasó ni quienes fueron
Así es el ghetto
De la tierra del Canserbero
Que en paz descansen todo' los hermano' que se fueron y nunca volvieron
Vida de OGs, vida de rockstar
Es el Goldo Funky en conexión con Fernandito Costa, ja
Te vamos a tirar la posta
Tu coca quizá es buena, pero no como la nostra
We are the monster
Tú eres fake, te falta flow, cabrón, y yo soy un OG (un OG, un OG)
Siempre royal blue y Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Siempre arrebata'o y yo no vendo weed (no)
No soy un gangsta, bro, yo solo soy OG
Desde lejos se te ve que no eres un OG (¡no!)
¿Dónde están esos valores que aprendiste en la street? (What, what, what?)
Preguntamos en tu barrio, pero no te vi
No confundas ser un G con un wannabe
Me sacudo a esos MC como si fueran mosquitos
Ponemos a bailar a tu rapero favorito
¿Who's back en la escena del delito?
Back to the rules como Messi con Melito (what, what, what?)
Siempre salgo pa' la calle clean and fresh
Como quien acaba de marcar un tiro de tres
No sé ni cómo lo hago, pero sale to' bien
Otra vez he vuelto a ser el empleado del me
Desayuno con Dios, ceno con satán
Por aquí se bebe gin y se prende el Pakistán
Si me junto con el AK suena ram-plam-plam
Desde lejos se te ve que tú ere' un charlatán, yo
Dímelo, Pellah (¡Yo!), somos raperos desde la escuela
Quiero un verso de Notorious, se me esquela
Manteniendo la cultura viva, nunca dejaré que muera
Yo me la di a mí mismo antes de que me la dieran
Esos raperos no nos llegan ni a la suela
Conexión España con Venezuela
Fernando, Akapellah, this is how we do
Somo' para siempre como los graffiti de mi hood
Tú eres fake, te falta flow, cabrón, y yo soy un OG (OG, OG)
Siempre royal blue y Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Siempre arrebata'o, y yo no vendo weed
No soy un gangsta, bro, yo solo soy OG
OuuGee (feat. FERNANDOCOSTA)
You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (OG, OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy and I don't sell weed (no)
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG
Ah, don't try, since I was a kid I'm an OG
It's natural for me, so don't try to imitate (no)
I've been smoking since I was 13
I don't give a damn about the law, fuck the judges (what, what?)
Without weighing on me
If I'm out there, I always have the bag full
But there's nothing for you here because you're not from my crew
I'm not a Crip, but I always dress in blue
No trouble on the street because I'm a cool guy (tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)
18k my chain, mom
And my face all tattooed like The Game
What's your name, mom?
If you go to the VIP, watch out for my buddies
You, fool, you're gonna want to pee, and anyone can pull it
We are street dogs
We were flashy even when there was no money
Now that everything is fine and things worked out for us
In summer I wear a jersey and in winter a leather coat
With your bitch, a gentleman
But if you mess with me, I suggest that before seeing the sparks, you think first
Because my buddy is gonna come out, and no one will know what happened or who did it
That's the ghetto
From the land of Canserbero
May all the brothers who left and never returned rest in peace
Life of OGs, life of a rockstar
It's Goldo Funky in connection with Fernandito Costa, ha
We're gonna tell you the truth
Your coke may be good, but not like ours
We are the monster
You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (an OG, an OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy and I don't sell weed (no)
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG
From afar you can see that you're not an OG (no!)
Where are those values you learned on the street? (What, what, what?)
We ask in your neighborhood, but we didn't see you
Don't confuse being a G with a wannabe
I shake off those MCs as if they were mosquitoes
We make your favorite rapper dance
Who's back on the crime scene?
Back to the rules like Messi with Melito (what, what, what?)
I always go out clean and fresh to the street
Like someone who just scored a three-pointer
I don't even know how I do it, but everything turns out fine
Once again I've become my own employee
I have breakfast with God, dinner with Satan
Around here we drink gin and light up the Pakistan
If I get together with the AK it goes bang-bang-bang
From afar you can see that you're a charlatan, I
Tell me, Pellah (Me!), we've been rappers since school
I want a verse from Notorious, it escapes me
Keeping the culture alive, I'll never let it die
I gave it to myself before they gave it to me
Those rappers don't even reach our soles
Connection Spain with Venezuela
Fernando, Akapellah, this is how we do
We're forever like the graffiti in my hood
You're fake, you lack flow, bastard, and I'm an OG (OG, OG)
Always royal blue and Nikes on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
Always flashy, and I don't sell weed
I'm not a gangsta, bro, I'm just an OG