REI (Mission 01)
Hoy salí con un corte rocho, mucho carro y moto
Dentro 'e la avenida siempre bacán
Y no importa el qué dirán
No conozco otro rostro donde estamo' nosotro'
Siempre salgo fresco para brillar
Con un corte rocho, con las Nike con la suela grande
Brillo por los la'o que yo ande
Porque noto que hay mucha' boca' que tienen hambre
Y quiero los billes en el camperón
Y copo si paro en la esquina con un par de
Soy de zona oeste, no me parlen
No tengo colega' que se viren por sumar
Y mеjor a mí no traten de mirarme cortе rocho
Yeah, ah
Le gusta que aceleren pero que no se enteren
Los vidrio' tinteado' que ya ni los ojos se le ven
No fuma María, pero si la amiga, que tremen'
Ella quiere un rocho con la moto y que la eleven
La rueda delantera, te cuelga la cartera
Cerca del escape y la patente que raspe
Le encanta la trampa, la poli no la atrapa
La—, ah
Le gusta que aceleren pero que no se enteren
Los vidrio' tinteado' que ya ni los ojos se le ven
No fuma María, pero si la amiga, que tremen'
Ella quiere un rocho con la moto y que la eleven
La rueda delantera, te cuelga la cartera
Cerca del escape y la patente que raspe
Le encanta la trampa, la poli no la atrapa
Con un corte rocho, con las Nike con la suela grande
Brillo por los la'o que yo ande
Porque noto que hay mucha' boca' que tienen hambre
Y quiero los billes en el camperón
Y copo si paro en la esquina con un par de
Soy de zona oeste, no me parlen
No tengo colega' que se viren por sumar
Y mejor a mí no traten de mirarme corte rocho
Salgo rocho, na', me fui para el baile con cámara' de aire
Y un combo que parte en todo' la'o
Escuchando reggaeton y cumbia, reggaeton y cumbia
Ando en el west side y me dice: Pai, me encanta' con las Nike
La visera la descontrola, la calle quiere reggaeton y cumbia
Y yo no freno nunca
El conjunto nylon, tengo paca' y blunt
Y yo soy, vos decime quién me saca, trasca, bajan par con razón
Si está acá mi convoy, pero a dónde yo voy
Tengo dos, me encontró y me perreó hasta el suelo
(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Perreó hasta el suelo
(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Con un corte rocho, con las Nike con la suela grande
Brillo por los la'o que yo ande
Porque noto que hay mucha' boca' que tienen hambre
Y quiero los billes en el camperón
Y copo si paro en la esquina con un par de
Soy de zona oeste, no me parlen
No tengo colega' que se viren por sumar
Y mejor a mí no traten de mirarme corte rocho
Dímelo, Rei, yeah
Alan Gome'
West side, ja
Prr
KING (Mission 01)
Today I went out with a tough cut, lots of cars and bikes
Inside the avenue always cool
And it doesn't matter what they say
I don't know another face where we are
I always go out fresh to shine
With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket
And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut
Yeah, ah
She likes them to speed up but not to find out
The tinted windows that you can't even see through
She doesn't smoke Mary, but if her friend does, they tremble
She wants a tough guy with a bike to lift her up
The front wheel, your wallet hangs
Near the exhaust and the license plate that scrapes
She loves the trap, the cops don't catch her
She—, ah
She likes them to speed up but not to find out
The tinted windows that you can't even see through
She doesn't smoke Mary, but if her friend does, they tremble
She wants a tough guy with a bike to lift her up
The front wheel, your wallet hangs
Near the exhaust and the license plate that scrapes
She loves the trap, the cops don't catch her
With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket
And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut
I go tough, nah, I went to the dance with air chambers
And a combo that breaks on all sides
Listening to reggaeton and cumbia, reggaeton and cumbia
I'm on the west side and they tell me: Pai, I love you with the Nikes
The visor drives her crazy, the street wants reggaeton and cumbia
And I never brake
The nylon set, I have packs and blunts
And I am, you tell me who can take me out, tough, they come down with reason
If my convoy is here, but where I go
I have two, it found me and danced me to the ground
(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Danced me to the ground
(No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
With a tough cut, with Nike with big soles
I shine wherever I go
Because I notice there are many mouths that are hungry
And I want the bills in the jacket
And I hit if I stop on the corner with a couple
I'm from the west side, don't talk to me
I don't have colleagues who turn away to add
And better not try to look at me with a tough cut
Tell me, Rei, yeah
Alan Gome'
West side, ha
Prr