Das Dos
One muchacha for da Klama
Tranquilamente yo killeo tu alma
Mi terreno mental ahora es tu deseo
Por eso yo disparo y killeo mi cerebro
Prueba un poco mi receta milagrosa
Puede que de esto entiendas otra cosa
Porque en esta clicka somos todos invisibles
Si no me encuentras ahora, te fuiste
The guacho no es gaucho, él quiere mi caucho
Extingo al punto, me quedo su auto
Subo el stereo, el volumen esta bien alto
Ahora prepárate para un mental asalto
Nadie va a tocar la vida mía
Chequeé tu emboscada hacia mi dinastía
Y tengo la gran bomba latina en la mente
Y te va a explotar en el medio de la frente
Das 2 das 2, hay dos en tu cama
Es la muerte y su esposa implorando tu alma
Das 2 das2
No hay sol en tu alma y el dinero no alcanza
Hey mero mero, you are waiting for culero
Pero tú eres un yuta y no eres verdadero
Escucha el tic tac que destina tu destino
Porque los perros de la calle no te quieren de vecino
Mi culonita linda mueve su cadera
Dentro de esta dicka hay karate y destreza
Big ass puto no eres la promesa
La verdad tiene ritmo siente la realeza
Tiene sentido lo que digo, si no entendiste te lo digo al oído
Porque en esta clicka somos todos sordomudos
Mas vale no traiciones o te fumamos hasta el culo, boludo
Das 2 das 2, hay dos en tu cama
Es la muerte y su esposa implorando tu alma
Das 2 das2
No hay sol en tu alma y el dinero no alcanza
A klamsta hamsta klamsta
Basta de pelear desde un pedestal, yo huyo de un cubo
Afectado a la vida y desarmo tu magia y no plasmas tu herida
Y en la selva de lodo el oro abandono
y te hundes sonriendo en un barco de piernas
Ahogadas, quebradas, huyendo en la nada
Espero que entiendas, tu clicka acelera
Y torna en un lago tu ansiada belleza
Estoy en Urquiza con mi amigo Anibal
Y te vemos pensando lo que harás con tu vida
Se nota en tus ojos que vas por mal trecho
Y vas a terminar con una bala en el pecho
No me hago el gansta, tampoco soy hamsta
Trato de expresar lo que siento madafaka
Quiero forzar tu puerta mental, entrar y ver si eres real
Ta te ti suerte para mi, si no es para mi, sera para mi
The Two of Us
One girl for the Klama
Quietly I kill your soul
My mental territory is now your desire
That's why I shoot and kill my brain
Try a bit of my miraculous recipe
You might understand something different from this
Because in this crew we are all invisible
If you can't find me now, you're gone
The dude is not a cowboy, he wants my rubber
I extinguish the point, I keep his car
I turn up the stereo, the volume is really high
Now get ready for a mental assault
No one is going to touch my life
I checked your ambush towards my dynasty
And I have the great Latin bomb in mind
And it's going to explode in the middle of your forehead
The two of us, there are two in your bed
It's death and his wife begging for your soul
The two of us
There's no sun in your soul and the money isn't enough
Hey tough guy, you are waiting for an a**hole
But you are a cop and you're not real
Listen to the tick-tock that determines your fate
Because the street dogs don't want you as a neighbor
My cute big a** girl moves her hips
Inside this clique there's karate and skill
Big a** b*tch, you're not the promise
The truth has rhythm, feel the royalty
It makes sense what I'm saying, if you didn't understand I'll tell you in your ear
Because in this crew we are all deaf and dumb
It's better not to betray us or we'll smoke you out, idiot
The two of us, there are two in your bed
It's death and his wife begging for your soul
The two of us
There's no sun in your soul and the money isn't enough
A klamsta hamsta klamsta
Enough fighting from a pedestal, I run from a cube
Affected by life and I disarm your magic and you don't express your wound
And in the mud jungle I abandon the gold
And you sink smiling in a boat of drowned, broken legs
Fleeing into nothingness
I hope you understand, your crew accelerates
And turns your desired beauty into a lake
I'm in Urquiza with my friend Anibal
And we see you thinking about what you'll do with your life
It's clear in your eyes that you're on a bad path
And you're going to end up with a bullet in your chest
I'm not pretending to be a gangster, nor am I a hamster
I try to express what I feel, motherf*cker
I want to force open your mental door, enter and see if you're real
Ta te ti luck for me, if it's not for me, it will be for me
Escrita por: Dante Spinetta / Emmanuel Horvilleur