De Kiruza
Santiago nocturno, miradas de fuego
Luces, cuchillos, de vuelo
Noche peligrosa, yo no sé si vuelvo
Días, rosarios y llantos
Soy dueño de las sombras
Pulento destino, flaite escurrio
Choro fino, no me mires feo, no contís la plata
A los cocodrilos les rajo la guata
Todo el mundo sabe que soy el más bakan
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Ser pulento es mi destino y no hay más
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Sonaron los tacos, en bici distante
Diente de oro brillante, la yuta me busca
Yo sigo pa'lante
Nadie me vio, era tarde
Soy dueño de las sombras
Pulento destino, flaite escurrio
Choro fino, no me mires feo, no contís la plata
A los cocodrilos les rajo la guata
Todo el mundo sabe que soy el más bakan
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Ser pulento es mi destino y no hay más
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Tu lo sabes bien, yo soy
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Ser pulento es mi destino y no hay más
(Bakan, bakan, bakan)
Bakan, bakan, calmao pulento
A caballo jote no le compro ningún cuento
Tiro pa' arriba si algún brea es muy zarpao
Los que se pasan rollos siempre estaban alumbraos
Ascurro al callo, bien choro, bien flaite
Yo me veo juato porque soy muy elegante
Desplante canero, mujeres me llueven
Yo bailo primero si es que me pintan kingkones
Longis cocodrilos y vacallos pulmoneros
Los veo espaburando, paro máquina con cuatica
La ciencia del calmao siempre los dejo achacaos
Soy habilosito, ascurrio, muy pulio
Mi salía la craneo porque yo
Porque en la calle yo me meneo, soy bakan
Y soy sencillo, a la vida le doy brillo!
From Kiruza
Nighttime Santiago, fiery glances
Lights, knives, in flight
Dangerous night, I don't know if I'll return
Days, rosaries, and tears
I am the owner of the shadows
Cool destiny, slippery thug
Fine thug, don't look at me weird, don't count the money
I slash the bellies of crocodiles
Everyone knows I'm the coolest
(Cool, cool, cool)
Being cool is my destiny and that's it
(Cool, cool, cool)
Heels clacked, distant bike
Shiny gold tooth, the cops are after me
I keep moving forward
No one saw me, it was late
I am the owner of the shadows
Cool destiny, slippery thug
Fine thug, don't look at me weird, don't count the money
I slash the bellies of crocodiles
Everyone knows I'm the coolest
(Cool, cool, cool)
Being cool is my destiny and that's it
(Cool, cool, cool)
You know it well, I am
(Cool, cool, cool)
Being cool is my destiny and that's it
(Cool, cool, cool)
Cool, cool, calm down, cool
I don't buy any story from a vulture on horseback
I rise up if someone is too bold
Those who make up stories were always lit up
I slip into the corner, very thug, very thug
I look sharp because I'm very elegant
Bold gesture, women rain on me
I dance first if they paint me as a king
Long crocodiles and lungless cows
I see them hustling, I stop the machine abruptly
The science of being cool always leaves them stunned
I'm skillful, slippery, very neat
My exit is the skull because I
Because in the street I move, I'm cool
And I'm simple, I give life brightness!