LA PANTERA (part. Marcos Villalobos)
Zumbando la paso, una Raptor del año
Se escucha bramando, el motor arreglado
Apodado el Pantera, nomás por lo verga
Yo me tercio el cuerno y reviento 'onde sea
Con los ojos rojos por la mota Cherry
Pantalón Versace, camisa Burberry
Con vida de rockstar, rodeado de artistas
Morras de revistas y un viaje pa' Ibiza
Ando bien mareado, puro cannabis sativa
Paseo en un supercargado que se escucha como silba
La' tacaña' ni voltean, ya saben de quién se trata
A la verga, es el morro que controla to' la plaza
Me la pela todo aquel que un día me vio p'abajo
Pura verga yo me rajo, no tomé ningún atajo
Con la Cherry me relajo, y sin un avión yo me viajo
Los cuernitos van debajo del asiento de la Tahoe, de la Tahoe
Todas las niñas me llaman y me suben a su historia
Yo las vuelvo locas y solitas se me montan
Ella quiere que le dé un poquito de mi bolsa
No se asusta por la radio, sabe cómo está la cosa
Te compro toda la Prada, yo no soy tanto de rosas
Tratos con los colombianos
Nos traen pura de lavada
Vestidos de pixeleados y blindadona traen la ranfla
¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué suena? Se oye que truena
El cuerno cuando me jalo para la sierra
Como talibanes, andamos en guerra
Peleando la plaza, cuidando mi tierra
¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué tranza? Llegó la Pantera
Si no me extrañaban, se pelan la verga
Que hoy aviso vengo peor
Más culero yo soy
Me hice más cabrón
Sí, sí, simón
Que lo calen quien lo quiera comprobar
Que aquí damos tableada pa'l que se quiera pasar
Quieren cargar caro el morral
Pero se sabe que no tienen
Se lo digo de cara a cara a ver si lo sostienen
Mis plebes no se mueven hasta que se los ordene
Vamos en caravana
Cuando quiera, doy luz verde
Las güeritas se me montan
Le hago cariñito, le doy misa a la mota
No se porta bonito, conmigo se alborota
Y me lo pide a gritos
Se le sube a la nota y toma una fotito
Pa' que quede el recuerdito chingando en el carrito
Cuando me pedía a gritos que le diera lentito
Más lento, suavecito, mija, vente poquito
Que extraño tu culito, ándale solo un ratito
Pa' que quede el recuerdito chingando en el carrito
Cuando me pedía a gritos que le diera lentito
Más lento, suavecito, mija, vente poquito
Que extraño tu culito, ándale solo un ratito
Le hablo a la Marbella, me hace ver las estrellas
Me pasa el cuerno cuando me van siguiendo los guachos
Ana Sof siempre se encela, nomás me hace pelea
Se agüita porque sabe que trabajo con los malos
Regina es mi vecina, no me la quito'e encima
Le gustan mis cadenas que me dan un flow malandro
Y si me buscan, ¿cuál es el pedo?
Ando a la orden, no importa el dinero
Y si me encuentran, ¿cuál es el pedo?
Me vale verga, aquí los espero
Zumbando la paso, una Raptor del año
Se escucha bramando, el motor arreglado
Apodado el Pantera, nomás por lo verga
Yo me tercio el cuerno y reviento 'onde sea
Con los ojos rojos por la mota cherry
Pantalón Versace, camisa Burberry
Con vida de rockstar, rodeado de artistas
Morras de revistas y un viaje pa' Ibiza
(Ando bien mareado, puro cannabis sativa)
(Paseo en un supercargado que se escucha como silba)
(La tacaña ni voltea, ya saben de quién se trata)
(A la verga, es el morro que controla to' la plaza)
M Records
Compa Gheef
Compa Alan
Malejo Music, viejo
¡Chau!
THE PANTHER (feat. Marcos Villalobos)
Buzzing past, a Raptor of the year
It is heard roaring, the engine fixed
Nicknamed the Panther, just because of his dick
I'll throw my horn and burst everywhere
With red eyes from the Cherry weed
Versace pants, Burberry shirt
With the life of a rock star, surrounded by artists
Magazine girls and a trip to Ibiza
I'm really dizzy, pure cannabis sativa
Ride in a supercharged vehicle that sounds like it whistles
The stingy ones don't even turn around, they already know who it is.
Damn, he's the guy who controls the whole square.
I don't give a damn about anyone who ever saw me down there.
Pure dick, I'm backing out, I didn't take any shortcuts
With Cherry I relax, and without a plane I travel
The little horns go under the seat of the Tahoe, of the Tahoe
All the girls call me and upload me to their story
I drive them crazy and they get on me all by themselves.
She wants me to give her a little bit of my purse
He doesn't get scared by the radio, he knows how things are.
I'll buy all the Prada, I'm not that into roses.
Dealings with Colombians
They bring us pure washing
Pixelated dresses and armored cars bring the ranfla
What's going on? What's that sound? I can hear it thundering.
The horn when I pull myself to the mountain
As Taliban, we are at war
Fighting for the plaza, taking care of my land
What's up? What's up? The Panther's here.
If they didn't miss me, they would have given up.
I warn you today that I'm worse.
I'm more of an asshole
I became more of a bastard
Yes, yes, Simon
Let whoever wants to check it out.
Here we give a table to whoever wants to come over.
They want to carry a high price for the backpack
But it is known that they do not have
I'm telling them face to face to see if they'll stick with it.
My kids don't move until I tell them to.
We go in a caravan
Whenever I want, I give the green light
The white girls are getting on me
I caress him, I give mass to the weed
He doesn't behave nicely, he gets upset with me
And he asks me for it loudly
He goes up to the note and takes a photo.
So that the souvenir stays in the cart
When he was screaming at me to take it slow
Slower, softer, my girl, come a little.
I miss your ass, come here just for a little while.
So that the souvenir stays in the cart
When he was screaming at me to take it slow
Slower, softer, my girl, come a little.
I miss your ass, come here just for a little while.
I talk to Marbella, it makes me see the stars
He gives me the horn when the guachos are following me.
Ana Sof always gets jealous, she just fights me.
He gets upset because he knows I work with the bad guys.
Regina is my neighbor, I can't get rid of her.
He likes my chains that give me a thug flow
And if they look for me, what's the problem?
I'm at your service, no matter the money
And if they find me, what's the problem?
I don't give a shit, I'll wait for you here.
Buzzing past, a Raptor of the year
It is heard roaring, the engine fixed
Nicknamed the Panther, just because of his dick
I'll throw my horn and burst everywhere
With red eyes from the cherry weed
Versace pants, Burberry shirt
With the life of a rock star, surrounded by artists
Magazine girls and a trip to Ibiza
(I'm really dizzy, pure cannabis sativa)
(Ride in a supercharged vehicle that sounds like it whistles)
(The stingy one doesn't even turn around, they already know who it is)
(Fuck, he's the kid who controls the whole square)
M Records
Compa Gheef
Compa Alan
Malejo Music, old
Bye!