Tamo Chelo
No bajo ni con pasta, ya sabé' quién soy
Tu wacha está conmigo, la paso a valor
Rebota todo el orto, wacho, la mejor
Bajo para la villa con un Termidor
Las pibita' me llaman, 'tamo' chelo
Me etiquetó en su burra, 'tamo' chelo
Ese gato hatea, 'tamo' chelo
'Ta-ta-tam-tam-tamo' chelo
Las pibita' me llaman, 'tamo' chelo
Me etiquetó en su burra, 'tamo' chelo
Ese gato hatea, 'tamo' chelo
'Ta-ta-ta-tam-tam-tamo' chelo
¡Pará, pará, pará, Dinero!
Mandale cumbia pa' los turro'
Esto va pa' los turro' y las gata' finas
Esta noche se pica en la clandestina
Los quiero a todos los pibe' de cantina
Y que levanten bien la mano los que se bancan la gira
No tomo Chandon, me sirve el Federico
Todo' los pibito' fumando del rico
Toda' esa' bandida' quieren darme un pico
Por allá el machimbre parece milico
Las pibita' me llaman, 'tamo' chelo
Me etiquetó en su burra, 'tamo' chelo
Ese gato hatea, 'tamo' chelo
'Tam-tam-tamo' chelo
Mis ñeri' toman tussi en un Vento
De como terminamo', mejor no te cuento
La gira la seguimo', reina, no te miento
Si se copan tus amigas, 'tamo' chelo
Y de Florencio Varela
Es EL NOBA y te re suena
Pa' que lo mueva', lo mueva'
Pa' que lo mueva', lo mueva'
We're Chelo
I don't go down even with money, you know who I am
Your girl is with me, I appreciate her
Her whole ass bounces, dude, the best
I go down to the neighborhood with a Termidor
The girls call me, 'we're chelo'
She tagged me on her donkey, 'we're chelo'
That cat is hating, 'we're chelo'
'We're-we're-we're-we're chelo'
The girls call me, 'we're chelo'
She tagged me on her donkey, 'we're chelo'
That cat is hating, 'we're chelo'
'We're-we're-we're-we're chelo'
Stop, stop, stop, Money!
Send some cumbia for the thugs
This is for the thugs and the classy girls
Tonight we're partying in the underground
I love all the guys from the bar
And let those who can handle the tour raise their hands high
I don't drink Chandon, Federico suits me
All the guys smoking the good stuff
All those bandits want to give me a kiss
Over there the woodwork looks like a cop
The girls call me, 'we're chelo'
She tagged me on her donkey, 'we're chelo'
That cat is hating, 'we're chelo'
'We're-we're-we're chelo'
My boys drink cough syrup in a Vento
I better not tell you how we end up
We keep the tour going, queen, I'm not lying
If your friends are up for it, 'we're chelo'
And from Florencio Varela
It's EL NOBA and it sounds familiar to you
So that he moves it, he moves it
So that he moves it, he moves it
Escrita por: EL NOBA / Edgardo Sebastián Gómez