MISSION 10 (part. Alan Gomez)
Que si suena el teclado, suena Callejero Fino
Y si te gustan los caco'
Yo me pregunto por qué el otro es tan gato
Ella me dice celular, porque le doy contacto
La pongo, la saco
Ella quiere fuma' ropo
Y yo que ya vengo hace día' re loco-co-co-co
Esa' maña' las conozco
Después te pintan los video' y la' foto'-to-to-to
Ella quiere fuma' ropo
Y yo que ya vengo hace día' re loco-co-co-co
Esas maña' las conozco
Despué' te pinta los video' y la' foto'-to-to-to
Ninguno banca
A tu wacha le gusto yo y ella a mí me encanta
Hay mucho' cantante', pero, como yo, no cantan
Si no' vamo' a calle, sé que sé re trancan
Mala fama y buena vida, siempre ando bacán
Sé que quieren bajarme y no hay queso pa' las rr—
Son puro bla-bla y los mío' puro blam-blam
Sé que quieren bajarme y no hay queso pa' las rata'
Son puro bla-bla y los mío' puro blam-blam
Hagan caso, pa' las rochas beso' y pa' los gile' rafagazo
Sonrisa grande, ojos chino', una jarra de vino
Entrando pa' la clande con los primo' haciendo ruido
Aunque un par nos miran, nosotro' ni cabida
Se ve que están dolida, mal ahí, amigo
Tengo un sonido caro como piel de cocodrilo
Tengo la letra más pura como brillo de un zafiro
Tengo una wacha re linda que te arranca a los tiro'
También malas noticia', el que me tira, lo arr—, lo arruino
Ella quiere fuma' ropo
Y yo que ya vengo hace día' re loco-co-co-co
Esa maña la conozco
Despué' te pinta lo' video' y la' foto'-to-to-to
Ella quiere fuma' ropo
Y yo que ya vengo hace día' re loco-co-co-co
Esa maña la conozco
Despué' te pinta lo' video' y la' foto'-to-to-to
Y si te gustan lo' caco'
Yo me pregunto: ¿Por qué el otro es tan gato?
Ella me dice celular, porque le doy contacto
La pongo, la saco
Ella me pide tacto, tacto, tacto
En la cama la mato, tacto, tacto
Pide en el acto, tacto, tacto
Estoy diablo y bellaco, tacto, tacto
Hacen RKT y son bueno', pero no tanto
DJ Alan Gome'
Yo soy CF, mami
Hagan caso
Pa' las rochas beso' y pa' los gile' rafagazo, turra
7-2-3
Atentamente, la banda de lo' millone'
Que no les pinte ninguna, ¿ah?
Ahí está, ñeri, pásame el fuego
MISSION 10 (feat. Alan Gomez)
If the keyboard sounds, Callejero Fino sounds
And if you like the thugs
I wonder why the other one is so fake
She tells me cell phone, because I give her contact
I put it in, take it out
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know those habits
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know those habits
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
None support
Your girl likes me and I love her
There are many singers, but, like me, they don't sing
If we don't go to the street, I know they get stuck
Bad reputation and good life, I always go cool
I know they want to bring me down and there's no cheese for the rats
They're all talk and mine are all action
I know they want to bring me down and there's no cheese for the rats
They're all talk and mine are all action
Listen up, for the girls kisses and for the fools bursts
Big smile, Chinese eyes, a jug of wine
Entering the hideout with the cousins making noise
Although a couple look at us, we don't care
It seems they're hurt, tough luck, buddy
I have an expensive sound like crocodile skin
I have the purest lyrics like the shine of a sapphire
I have a really pretty girl who shoots you down
Also bad news, the one who shoots at me, I ruin him
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know that habit
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
She wants to smoke weed
And I've been coming for crazy days
I know that habit
Then they paint you in the videos and photos
And if you like the thugs
I wonder: Why is the other one so fake?
She tells me cell phone, because I give her contact
I put it in, take it out
She asks me for touch, touch, touch
In bed I kill it, touch, touch
She asks immediately, touch, touch
I'm devilish and mischievous, touch, touch
They make RKT and they're good, but not that much
DJ Alan Gome'
I'm CF, baby
Listen up
For the girls kisses and for the fools bursts, bitch
7-2-3
Sincerely, the band of the millions
Don't let anything get to you, huh?
There it is, bro, pass me the fire
Escrita por: Callejero Fino / Alan Gómez