PA TRA RKT (part. Pusho DJ)
Hagan caso
Pa' la' rocha' beso'
Y pa' lo' gile' rafagazo', prrra
Pusho DJ
Yo soy CF, mami
Atentamente, La Banda de los Millone' (jaja)
¿Qué? Ah
Que la voy a poner pa'trá'
Me miró arriba a abajo
Le gustó y me dijo: Pa
Pide turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierra' (jaja)
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Todo' saben quiene' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila
Al toque-roque, al pique Enrique
O al teque-teque, gile' que toquen
Los pi' que agiten pa' que respeten
Que no son rope, que esto no es chiste (auf)
Y son pura repe', les da tembleque
¿Quieren problema'? Harán que peque
Con la celosa que suena
Cobrando cheque', al tiki-taka
Y si hay billete', ojo cling-caja
Corta Gillette, al que no encaja
Una hoe en mi cama, yo de caravana
Sorry, sorry, mamá, con cara de nada
Voy con dos hermana' acaramelada'
Nos vemo' el lune' de la otra semana
Panamericana, auto de alta gama
Me teñí el pelo pa' no estar en cana
Miro corte bueno, ya pasó la mala
Me junto con rocha', no compro con rana'
Que la voy a poner pa' trá'
Me miró arriba a abajo
Le gustó y me dijo: Pa
Pide turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierra'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Todo' saben quiene' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila
Son bueno' pero no tanto
Prendo otra vela pa' que me cuide mi santo
Lo' turro' con lo' turro' y lo' guapo' con lo' guapo'
Así de corta, no hay contrato
Pelear es de wachín, pero si pinta te arrebato
Peleo si pelean, no peleo con lo' gato'
Si piden guerra, a lo' tiro' o a la par, no pidan pacto
Si bardeo no me retracto
Ahí sobre la marcha, la pincho en el acto
Acá sí somo' mafia, no se quieran regalar
Soy el que pilotea la banda, no paro de guitarrear
Yo también tengo amigos, también saben disparar
Para el que se sienta zarpado y pa'l que quiera respaldar
Para el que responda por gile' y los que van a lorear
Pa' lo que no hacen ninguna y siempre hablan de má'
Que donde caguen sin papel ya los voy a enganchar
Y ahí vamos a ver quién es calle de verdad
Yo no soy Wachiturro pero nos re tiramo' un paso
A mí me encanta la idea, van a sentir rafagazo'
Donde se hagan lo' bueno' o den un paso en falso
Van a aprenderse mi nombre pero de do' cachetazo'
Que la-, Que la-, Que la-
Que la voy a poner pa' trá'
Me miró arriba a abajo
Le gustó y me dijo: Pa
Pide turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierra'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Todo' saben quiene' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila
Siete, do', tre'
PA TRA RKT (feat. Pusho DJ)
Listen up
For the rocks, kisses
And for the fools, bursts, prrra
Pusho DJ
I am CF, baby
Sincerely, The Band of the Millions (haha)
What? Ah
I'm going to put it back
She looked me up and down
She liked it and said to me: Pa
Ask for a tough front because I know they can't handle it
She wears makeup and mine is on fire (haha)
Here, there, she flashes and sends
She stands up even if they are a gang
Everyone knows who we are, she knows who she's with
She raises the note and the bad cat attacks
Starts, jug, sings and dances
To the touch-rock, to the peak Enrique
Or to the teque-teque, fools who play
The ones who stir so they respect
That they are not rookies, this is no joke (auf)
And they are pure repeats, they shake
Do they want trouble? They will make me sin
With the jealous one that sounds
Collecting checks, to the tiki-taka
And if there's money, watch out for the cash register
Cut Gillette, to those who don't fit
A hoe in my bed, I'm on a caravan
Sorry, sorry, mom, with a blank face
I go with two caramelized sisters
See you next Monday of the other week
Panamericana, high-end car
I dyed my hair so I wouldn't be in trouble
I look good now, the bad times are over
I hang out with the tough ones, I don't buy with frogs
I'm going to put it back
She looked me up and down
She liked it and said to me: Pa
Ask for a tough front because I know they can't handle it
She wears makeup and mine is on fire
Here, there, she flashes and sends
She stands up even if they are a gang
Everyone knows who we are, she knows who she's with
She raises the note and the bad cat attacks
Starts, jug, sings and dances
They are good but not that much
I light another candle so my saint takes care of me
The tough with the tough and the handsome with the handsome
That's how it is, there's no contract
Fighting is for kids, but if it comes to it, I'll take it from you
I fight if they fight, I don't fight with the cats
If they ask for war, to the shots or to the par, don't ask for a pact
If I diss, I don't retract
There on the spot, I stab it in the act
Here we are mafia, don't try to give yourselves away
I'm the one who pilots the band, I don't stop playing the guitar
I also have friends, they also know how to shoot
For those who feel bold and for those who want to back up
For those who answer for fools and those who will boast
For those who don't do anything and always talk big
Wherever they shit without paper, I'll catch them
And then we'll see who's really street
I'm not a Wachiturro but we throw a step
I love the idea, they will feel bursts
Where they do good things or make a false move
They will learn my name but with two slaps
I'm going to put it back
She looked me up and down
She liked it and said to me: Pa
Ask for a tough front because I know they can't handle it
She wears makeup and mine is on fire
Here, there, she flashes and sends
She stands up even if they are a gang
Everyone knows who we are, she knows who she's with
She raises the note and the bad cat attacks
Starts, jug, sings and dances
Seven, two, three