Mr. Pomel and the Sensei (feat. Mr. Pomel)

Hey: Mister, Pomel and the sensei
They came to Alamey for breaking the law
In the cumbia wheel (ah, ah, ah, ah)
In the cumbia wheel (ah, ah, ah, ah)
With this shady cumbia (ah, ah, ah, ah)

In the cumbia wheel (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Like they dance in Nuevo León (ah, ah, ah, ah)
In the cumbia wheel (ah, ah, ah, ah)

With this wicked track
Dance, cutie, shake to the sound that echoes
In the cumbia wheel, I don’t die like Mumm-Ra
Living large till the grave, let panic not spread
When the moon shines, I’ll knock down the witchcraft
With the maraca player
We’re the gangsters, the fighters

I’ve seen some chicks wanting to challenge the rooster
And the rooster, being the rooster, when he sees the chicks
Pecking at each other, feeling all cocky
He tells them that with their beaks they broke their shells
But to be real roosters, little chicks
But to be real roosters, little chicks
But to be real roosters
They need my spurs

Graffiti-ing Monterrey
Chased by the law
More barrio than Fomerrey
Like Andrés, I’m all about the hustle

Like Celso, I’m a rebel
Always smoking the green
A barking dog doesn’t bite
I hope you remember that

Streets like Policarpo, I put them out with my hook
100% stoner, when I write, I don’t lie
What you hear isn’t a tale
Mister, Pomel with the Cartel
Of cumbia, feeling good
In the wheel, dance and dance
Through the alleys downtown

I’ve seen some chicks wanting to challenge the rooster
And the rooster, being the rooster, when he sees the chicks
Pecking at each other, feeling all cocky
He tells them that with their beaks they broke their shells

But to be real roosters, little chicks
But to be real roosters, little chicks
But to be real roosters
They need my spurs