EN LA CHATA
(La pongo, la saco)
(Ella quiere fuma' ropo)
(Y yo que ya vengo hace día' re loco)
(Esas maña' las conozco)
(Después te pintan los video' y la' foto')
(¿En qué andas, primo? ¿Qué está haciendo mi diablillo favorito?)
En la chata con un par de gata'
'Tan en zorra, inquieta', bellaca'
Van re loca', quemando guaraypa
Y me sigue la gorra pero no me atrapa
En la chata con un par de gata'
'Tan en zorra, inquieta', bellaca'
Van re loca', quemando guaraypa
Y me sigue la gorra pero no me atrapa
Gato prototipo
Tu combo tentativa, mis ñeri' son tos' convicto'
Música para la zorra maldita y los adicto'
Si huele a plástico, es porque está dulce de rico
Made in Argentina
Sigo siendo el mismo, parando en la esquina
Ustede' ni me ven y yo sigo pegando giro'
Tengo una tonta que es testaruda, le digo: Shakira
Y la tengo sin seguro por si alguno tira
Los coches ATR, rompiendo bocina'
¿Ustede' me conocen, guacho? Están re bobina'
Los guacho' quieren ropa y las guacha' vitamina
Y yo no sé en cuál estoy, mentira, yo estoy en la mía
Sicariona pide má'
'Tá pidiendo cacheo, ¿para qué la lastimaste?
Te regalas, te mueve el curo, hace desastre'
Me dice: cópate, y yo me prendo un bate, huele a chocola'
Sigo prendido, encendido, loquito, amanecido
Mi cerebro está en la chapa, bajo con los diablo' y quedan aturdido'
Es que me gusta el lío, gato, vos 'tas re dolido porque no tengo padrino
Si quieren problema', tienen que hacer má' ruido
Que yo voy para lío, directo a tirar tiro'
Que yo no le erro, si apunto, atino
Negro caco argentino, un rocho latino
En la chata con un par de gata'
'Tan en zorra, inquieta', bellaca'
Van re loca', quemando guaraypa
Y me sigue la gorra pero no me atrapa
En la chata con un par de gata'
'Tan en zorra, inquieta', bellaca'
Van re loca', quemando guaraypa
Y me sigue la gorra, pero no me atrapa
Yo soy CF, mami
DJ Alan Gome'
723
Atentamente, La Banda de los Millone'
IN THE WHIP
(I put it in, I take it out)
(She wants to smoke weed)
(And I've been coming for days all crazy)
(I know those habits)
(Then they paint the videos and the photos)
(What's up, cousin? What's my favorite little devil doing?)
In the whip with a couple of chicks
They're wild, restless, naughty
They're really crazy, burning weed
And the cops follow me but they don't catch me
In the whip with a couple of chicks
They're wild, restless, naughty
They're really crazy, burning weed
And the cops follow me but they don't catch me
Prototype cat
Your crew tries, my brothers are all convicts
Music for the damn slut and the addicts
If it smells like plastic, it's because it's sweet and rich
Made in Argentina
I'm still the same, hanging out on the corner
You don't even see me and I keep making rounds
I have a dumb girl who's stubborn, I call her Shakira
And I have her uninsured in case someone shoots
The ATR cars, breaking horns
Do you know me, punk? You're so clueless
The punks want clothes and the girls want vitamins
And I don't know which one I'm in, lie, I'm in my own
Sicariona asks for more
She's asking for a frisk, why did you hurt her?
You give yourself away, your butt moves, it causes a disaster
She tells me: join in, and I light up a joint, it smells like chocolate
I keep lit, turned on, crazy, up all night
My brain is on fire, down with the devils and they're left stunned
I like trouble, cat, you're so hurt because I don't have a godfather
If they want trouble, they have to make more noise
I go straight for trouble, ready to shoot
I don't miss, if I aim, I hit
Black Argentine thief, a Latin thug
In the whip with a couple of chicks
They're wild, restless, naughty
They're really crazy, burning weed
And the cops follow me but they don't catch me
In the whip with a couple of chicks
They're wild, restless, naughty
They're really crazy, burning weed
And the cops follow me but they don't catch me
I'm CF, baby
DJ Alan Gome'
723
Sincerely, The Millionaires' Band