PA TRA RKT (remix) (part. L-Gante, ECKO, Kaleb Di Masi, Homer, Papichamp, John C y Fili Wey)
Hagan caso
Pa' las rocha' beso', y pa' lo' gile' rafagazo', prra
Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh
(Yo soy CF, mami; mándale mecha)
Con el Pesa en lo' controle'
(Jaja, turreo místico; Pusho DJ)
Al toque-roque, al pique Enrique
Y este es el remix, que no se enrope
Que esto no es chiste y le apague la peli
Póngase llopi, que estamo' ready
(¿Qué? Ah, los turro' con los turro')
Que la voy a poner pa'trá'
Me miró de arriba a abajo, le gustó y mе dijo papi
Re turro fronteo porque sé quе no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierrá'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Todo' saben quiéne' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila
Mueve to' eso pa' acá, bellaca
Ese contenido sí que baja paca'
Mete, saca, prende y pasa, Möet pa' la resaca
Es Nike la casaca-saca
Abren la pista, está duraca, el booty gordo pero es flaca
Bá-Bájalo hasta abajo, turra, que estamo' a pleno
No me bajan Chandon, me bajan vino en hielo
Si bajas pa'l club, baby, te dejo sin dueño
Y si quere' despue' te enseño cómo mierda se hace esto
Picamo', enrolamo', quemamo', cortamo', armamo', escabiamo'
Buscamo', encontramo', sumamo', nos vamo', explotamo'
Frontea, fronteamos, nos tiran, tiramo', generamos plata
Gastamo' adentro del barrio
Ey, wacha-wacha-wacha, baja pa' acá
Traje plata pa' gasta' y un turreo sucio que te va a pone' a perr—
Wacha, baja pa' acá
Un turreo sucio y pa' lo' envidioso' prr-prr-prr
Las turra' más picante' siempre al baile caen sola'
Un porro en la mano y en el corpiño la droga
El escabio en la noche se los pagará algún toga
Y al after se escapan con los Bardero$ pa' seguirla
Como siempre, mucho vino y poca soda
Mucho fantasmeo de maleantes por tu zona
Nosotro' lo hacemo' para que muevas la cola
Las hace correr y sin mostrarle la pistola
A tu gato yo lo tengo al trote
Venite pa' la esquina, mami, que no se note
Que no la quieran detener porque va al choque
Que no se la quieran apuntar, que anda con gana' de arrancar
Ojo al que la mire de frente y la provoque, pa' trá'
Con ese culote yo siempre miro pa' trá'
Si arranca la metra, en tu cara va a sonar grra
Yo ni me persigo porque sé que no le da pa' na
Que la—, que la—, que la voy a poner pa'trá'
Me miró de arriba a abajo, le gustó y me dijo papi
Re turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierrá'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Todo' saben quiéne' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila (Oh, E-E-ECKO)
Tengo una cuatro y medio, tengo una cuatro y medio
Ya saben lo que pasa si me pongo en serio
A to'a la compe la mando al cementerio
Y esa' chapa pa'trás, quiero verla vibrar
Que dice que lo mueve, hoy lo voy a comprobar
Esa' chapa' pa'trá', quiero verla vibrar
Que dice que lo mueve, hoy lo voy a comprobar
Ella le gusta y le manda
Cuando llego al party, siempre somos una banda
Suenan lo' motore' si aterrizo con la ganga
A mí no me fronteen porque saben bien quién manda, jaja
Ella le gusta y le manda
No se llama Laura pero se le ve la tanga
Traigan más raperos que te los bajo de a tanda
No estaba muerto, andaba de parranda, con la banda
Y ahora lo' pibes andamos flashando
Las wacha' van cayendo y la nota va llegando
(Cumbia 4: 20 pa' los negro')
Con los ojos Colorado' en el Mercedes blindado
Los gile' patinan, están re quebrados
En mi banda están todo' enfierrado'
Si tengo prensado le mando nevado y quedó re volado
Y siempre voy con mi compañera, la llevo en la butaca de pasajera
Por si le pinta la bandolera, que no se me altere, me esperan los compa'
En la villa con to'a las compra', para que esta noche se rompa
To'a las wacha' tiran la bronca, alta' llanta' y alto lompa
Tamo' en el fondo fumando yerba
Con to' los rocho' le mando mecha
(Fili Wey, el rey del ghetto)
Yo sé que le gusta jugar a lo Bonnie y Clyde
En donde vivimo' no hay ley, eso es lo que hay
Tiene un culo tan grande que hay que conquistar
Si me la roban, a 120 dan contra el guardarraíl
Idiota, y cuando choca bang-bang
Nosotro' polos opuestos, se unen el ying-yang
Anda con pollera y sin medias Can Can
Le gusta sin ropa, le gusta sin cancan
Tinty nasty, aunque sea fancy
Polvo, pasti, champagne, after pinta grati'
Illuminati, I-Illuminati
Los kilo' de oro en el cuello que valgan como un Bugatti
Me gusta turra, turraka, rochita, bien gata
Volvieron lo' favorito' de tu wacha
Tengo una vecinita, atrevidita, que se pone pervertida
Y le da pa' trá' cuando se pone sata
Tiene dosciento' en la teta, ella nació nalgona
Me vuela la mente, friki-fri-frikitona
Cuando se lo meto, ella gri-gri-gritona
¿Quiere' más? Toma, ¿quiere' más? Toma
Que la voy a poner pa'trá'
Me miró de arriba a abajo, le gustó y me dijo papi
Re turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierrá'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha
Se para de mano, ni siquiera la toqué
No la baja en gramo', la baja en bloque
Siempre apreta'o ese escote, no son teta', son de toque
Quiere la combi completa-pleta, tussi, mari, keta-keta
Descorcha el champeta-peta, todo' la respetan-peta
Turreo místico, tu wacho se hizo el piola pero terminó en el clínico
Ese es alto Harry, y no es de Gryffindor
Mi flow no lo descifran lo' científico'
Usa mi bicho como dentrifico
Y le manda, se para de guante', la wacha no usa arma
Y con ese booty siempre activa las alarma'
Se comenta en el barrio que esa turra es una guarra, y canta, y baila
Que la voy a pone pa'trá'-tra'-tra', pa'trá'-tra'-tra'
Pa'trá', pa'trá' (John C, mami)
Mi turra sabe con quién anda, ella manda a la banda
Gile' le di banda, pa' lo' enemigo' la bala', pa' la diablita en la nalga
Nosotro' no andamo' en su mambo
Los mejore' y tamo' acá, en el mismo combo
Que la voy a poner pa'triki, tremenda gata corte Hello Kitty
Se pone loquita si fuma del riqui, una perri como Katty
Te cobra pa' chingar, me lo hace de grati'
Nos fuimo' criminale' como Natti
Tengo una orden de cateo
Bebé, lo mío es plata y blinblineo
Acá andamo' jugado', nunca conocimo' el miedo
Mis ñeri' van de frente, no la juegan de misterio
Y cuando suelte el rafagazo', mejor salganse del medio
Porque 'tamo' reunido y somo' los que en Argentina matamos
Abran paso pa' nosotro' que llegamos
Pa' que respeten los rango' y no se mida conmigo
Si la agarro sola a tu wacha le digo que la voy a pone' pa'trá'
Adicta, a mí lo que me gusta es tu cara de maldita
Esa rocha' no son rochas porque la' rocha' explotan en medio de la pista
'Tan lista para romperle el gorro a los gato' que la agitan
Sicariona, ya todo' se rescatan cuando llegan la leona
Y los turro' toman jarra como pa' quedar en coma
Acá te pintan los guante, que mi banda tiene aguante sin la Clona
Esa rocha baila piola, suena cumbia, muevan la cola
La más turra baila sola, a ella le dicen la roquera porque le gusta la rola
Acá cada uno en su mambo baila y yo estoy re loco cazando gata'
Hagan caso, pa' las rocha' beso' y pa' lo' gile' rafagazo'
Que no la corran de nada que si sobran par de moña' le regalamo' cañazo'
Mi compañero, el trenita 'ta entrenando meta piqui y raquetazo'
Si sienten re zarpado', lo' zarpamo' por si acaso
Mi' ñeri' que le están pegando a la bolsa todo el día, tienen roto todo el naso
Señor oficial, si busca marihuana, llego tarde
Tiene que hablar con El Pesa que se fumo todo el faso
Que la—, que la—, que la—, que la voy a poner pa'trá'
Me miró de arriba a abajo, le gustó y me dijo papi
Re turro fronteo porque sé que no les da
Esa lleva maquillaje y la mía anda enfierrá'
Pa' acá, pa' allá, flasha y le manda
Se para de mano aunque sean una banda
Saben quiéne' somo', ella sabe con quién anda
Me sube la nota y la gata mala ataca
Arranca, jarra, canta y baila
PA TRA RKT (remix) (feat. L-Gante, ECKO, Kaleb Di Masi, Homer, Papichamp, John C and Fili Wey)
Follow orders
For the rocks kisses, and for the fools bursts, damn
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(I'm CF, mommy; send it full throttle)
With Pesa in control
(Haha, mystical partying; Pusho DJ)
Quick-roque, quick Enrique
And this is the remix, don't get tangled up
This is no joke and turn off the movie
Get ready, we're ready
(What? Ah, the thugs with the thugs')
I'm gonna put it back
She looked me up and down, liked it and said daddy
I front like a thug because I know they can't handle it
That one wears makeup and mine is armed
Here, there, she flashes and sends
She stands up even if they're a bunch
Everyone knows who we are, she knows who she's with
She raises the grade and the bad cat attacks
Starts, jug, sings and dances
Move all that over here, slut
That content really goes down
Insert, remove, turn on and pass, Möet for the hangover
It's Nike the jersey
They open the track, it's tough, the booty is big but she's skinny
Br-Bottom it down, thug, we're in full swing
They don't bring me down Chandon, they bring me wine on ice
If you come to the club, baby, I'll leave you ownerless
And if you want later I'll show you how the hell to do this
We chop, roll, burn, cut, assemble, drink
We search, find, add up, we go, we explode
Front, we front, they throw at us, we throw back, we make money
We spend inside the neighborhood
Hey, watch-watch-watch, come down here
I brought money to spend and a dirty thug that will make you bark—
Watch, come down here
A dirty thug and for the jealous prr-prr-prr
The spiciest thugs always fall to the dance alone
A joint in hand and drugs in the bra
The booze at night will pay them back someday
And they sneak off to the afterparty with Bardero$ to keep it going
As always, lots of wine and little soda
A lot of boasting of thugs in your area
We do it so you move your tail
They make them run without showing the gun
I have your cat trotting
Come to the corner, mommy, don't let it show
Don't want to stop her because she's going to crash
Don't want to aim at her, she's eager to start
Watch out for those who look her in the face and provoke her, back
With that big ass I always look back
If the metra starts, it's going to sound in your face grra
I don't even chase myself because I know she's not up to anything
I'm going to put it back
She looked me up and down, liked it and said daddy
I front like a thug because I know they can't handle it
That one wears makeup and mine is armed
Here, there, she flashes and sends
She stands up even if they're a bunch
Everyone knows who we are, she knows who she's with
She raises the grade and the bad cat attacks
Starts, jug, sings and dances (Oh, E-E-ECKO)
I have a four and a half, I have a four and a half
You know what happens if I get serious
I send all the competition to the cemetery
And those plates back, I want to see them vibrate
She says she moves it, today I'm going to check
Those plates back, I want to see them vibrate
She says she moves it, today I'm going to check
She likes it and sends
When I arrive at the party, we're always a bunch
The engines sound if I land with the gang
Don't front me because they know who's in charge, haha
She likes it and sends
Her name isn't Laura but you can see her thong
Bring more rappers that I'll take them down in batches
I wasn't dead, I was out partying, with the gang
And now the boys are flashing
The girls are coming and the grade is coming
(Cumbia 4:20 for the blacks)
With red eyes in the armored Mercedes
The fools slip, they're really broken
In my gang they're all armed
If I have pressed I send it snowy and it gets really high
And I always go with my partner, I take her in the passenger seat
In case she feels like being a bandit, don't get upset, my buddies are waiting for me
In the neighborhood with all the shopping, so that tonight it breaks
All the girls throw a fit, high tires and high lumps
We're in the back smoking weed
With all the thugs we light it up
(Fili Wey, the king of the ghetto)
I know she likes to play Bonnie and Clyde
Where we live there is no law, that's what there is
She has such a big ass that it has to be conquered
If they steal her from me, at 120 they hit the guardrail
Idiot, and when it crashes bang-bang
We're opposite poles, ying-yang unite
She wears a skirt and no Can Can stockings
She likes it without clothes, she likes it without Can Can
Tinty nasty, even if it's fancy
Dust, pill, champagne, after free paint
Illuminati, I-Illuminati
The kilos of gold around the neck that are worth like a Bugatti
I like thug, thug, rochita, very slutty
Your girl's favorites are back
I have a little neighbor, daring, who gets perverted
And she goes back when she gets sata
She has two hundred in her breast, she was born with a big butt
She blows my mind, freaky-freaky-freaky
When I put it in her, she screams-screams-screams
Want more? Take it, want more? Take it
I'm going to put it back
She looked me up and down, liked it and said daddy
I front like a thug because I know they can't handle it
That one wears makeup and mine is armed
Here, there, she flashes
She stands up, I didn't even touch her
She doesn't lower it in grams, she lowers it in blocks
Always tight that neckline, they're not boobs, they're touch
She wants the whole combo, tussi, mari, keta-keta
Uncork the champeta, everyone respects her
Mystical partying, your guy thought he was cool but ended up in the clinic
That's high Harry, and he's not from Gryffindor
My flow isn't deciphered by scientists
She uses my dick as toothpaste
And she sends, she stands up with gloves, the girl doesn't use a weapon
And with that booty she always sets off the alarms
It's rumored in the neighborhood that that thug is a slut, and she sings, and dances
I'm going to put it back, back, back, back, back
Back, back (John C, mommy)
My thug knows who she's with, she sends the gang
Fools gave her a band, for the enemies the bullet, for the little devil in the butt
We don't get involved in her business
The best and we're here, in the same combo
I'm going to put it back, tremendous cat like Hello Kitty
She goes crazy if she smokes the good stuff, a perri like Katty
She charges to fuck, she does it for free
We went criminal like Natti
I have a search warrant
Baby, mine is money and bling-bling
We're playing here, we never knew fear
My buddies go head-on, they don't play mystery
And when I release the burst, you better get out of the way
Because we're gathered and we're the ones who kill in Argentina
Make way for us, we've arrived
So they respect the ranks and don't measure themselves against me
If I catch your girl alone I tell her I'm going to put her back
Addicted, what I like is your damn face
Those rocks aren't rocks because they explode in the middle of the track
Ready to break the hat of the cats who stir her up
Sicariona, everyone rescues themselves when the lioness arrives
And the thugs drink from the jug to end up in a coma
Here they paint you gloves, that my gang has endurance without the Clona
That rock dances cool, cumbia sounds, move your tail
The most thug dances alone, they call her the rocker because she likes the roll
Here each one dances in their own way and I'm really crazy hunting cats
Follow orders, for the rocks kisses and for the fools bursts
Don't run from anything because if there are a couple of moñas left over we'll give you a cañazo
My partner, the trainee is training with piqui and racket
If they feel really wild, we'll get wild just in case
My buddies who are hitting the bag all day, have their nose all broken
Mr. officer, if you're looking for marijuana, you're too late
You have to talk to El Pesa who smoked all the weed
Escrita por: Fili Wey / Kaleb Di Masi / Callejero Fino / L-Gante / ECKO / Homer / Papichamp / John C