Bien Guay (part. Cráneo & Lasser)
Ando por la calle bien guay
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high, high, ¡Wha!
Ando por la calle bien guay
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high, high
Eso que tú fumas está malo (wha, wha, wha)
Quieres rayarme, como a un carro caro
Flores en el pecho, como Frida Kahlo
Rasta Baggy contra los villanos
Me paran pa' preguntar
Que dónde se pue' pillar
Y yo como what?, búscatelas
Vivo en la peli de Starsky y Hutch
No me quedo sin material
Hago burbujas dentro del cristal
Siempre estoy de festival
Siempre estoy de festival
Estoy en la rama, equilibrista, eh eh
Siempre colgado, salta a la vista, wha, wha
Estoy en la rama, equilibrista, eh eh
Siempre colgado, salta a la vista, wha, wha
En mi ropa mucho color
A.K.A. El Camaleón
No me quejo de lo que haces
Porque yo soy mucho peor
Piso a fondo y ruge el motor
Como en esa peli de acción
No me paran en el control
Y subo de pedo al avión (¡skrr!)
Pilla birra, ponte guapa (yeah)
Esa cami y esas zapas
No planeo más venganzas
Sé que luego se me pasa (¡woo!)
Tu sonrisa es una trampa
Me camuflo entre las plantas
Ni un secreto se me escapa
Un disparo y una baja, ¡boom!
Ando por la calle bien guay
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high, high, ¡Wha!
Ando por la calle bien guay
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high, high
Haciendo pasta en pijama
Más tirado que Dalai Lama
Te has deja'o la mente cerrada
Y la cabeza en otra parada (¡uh, uh, uh!)
Lo que opines me la resbala
Esto renta toda la cara (¡woo, woo!)
Estoy viviendo como soñaba
To' los días fin de semana, ¡ah!
Ando por la calle bien guay (guay)
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high (high)
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high, high (Sloth Brite)
¡Wha!
Ando por la calle bien guay (¡skrr, skrr!)
Si tú vas conmigo, vas high (¡okay!)
Te dejo la mente en strike
So high (Sloth Brite)
Really Cool (feat. Cráneo & Lasser)
I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high, Wha!
I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high
What you smoke is bad (wha, wha, wha)
You want to scratch me, like an expensive car
Flowers on the chest, like Frida Kahlo
Rasta Baggy against the villains
They stop me to ask
Where can you get some
And I'm like what?, find them yourself
I live in the Starsky and Hutch movie
I don't run out of material
I make bubbles inside the glass
I'm always at a festival
I'm always at a festival
I'm on the branch, tightrope walker, eh eh
Always hanging, it's obvious, wha, wha
I'm on the branch, tightrope walker, eh eh
Always hanging, it's obvious, wha, wha
Lots of color in my clothes
A.K.A. The Chameleon
I don't complain about what you do
Because I'm much worse
I floor it and the engine roars
Like in that action movie
They don't stop me at the checkpoint
And I board the plane drunk (skrr!)
Grab a beer, get pretty (yeah)
That shirt and those kicks
I don't plan more revenge
I know it'll pass later (woo!)
Your smile is a trap
I camouflage among the plants
Not a secret escapes me
A shot and a casualty, boom!
I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high, Wha!
I walk down the street really cool
If you're with me, you're high
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high
Making money in pajamas
More laid back than Dalai Lama
You've left your mind closed
And your head in another place (uh, uh, uh!)
I don't care what you think
This pays off all the way (woo, woo!)
I'm living as I dreamed
Every day is a weekend, ah!
I walk down the street really cool (cool)
If you're with me, you're high (high)
I leave your mind in strike
So high, high (Sloth Brite)
Wha!
I walk down the street really cool (skrr, skrr!)
If you're with me, you're high (okay!)
I leave your mind in strike
So high (Sloth Brite)
Escrita por: Juan Rios / Made in M