Bien Pulenta (part. Alberto Echagüe)
Estoy hecho en el ambiente
De muchachos calaveras
Entre guapos y malandras
Me hice taura pa' tallar
Me he jugado sin dar pifia
En budines y carpetas
Me enseñaron a ser vivo
Muchos vivos de verdad
No me gustan los boliches
Que las copas charlan mucho
Si entre trago se deschaba
Lo que nunca se pensó
Yo conozco tantos hombres
Que eran vivos y eran duchos
Y en la cruz de cuatro copas
Se comieron un garrón
Yo nunca fui shusheta
De pinta y fuleria
Y se lo que es jugarme
La suerte a una baraja
Si tengo un metejon
Le escapó a ese chamuyo
Fulero y confidente
De aquellos que se sienten
Amigos de ocasión
Yo soy de aquellas horas
Que nacen dentro 'el pecho
De minas seguidoras
Y de hombres bien derechos
Tallando trás cartón
Siempre se tener conducta
Por más contras que me busquen
Aunque muchos se embalurden
Yo soy punto pa' currar
Ando chivo con la yuta
Porque tengo mí rebusque
Y me aguanto cualquier copo
Con las cartas que me dan
No me gusta avivar giles
Que después se le hacen contra
Acostumbro a escuchar mucho
Nunca fui conversador
Y aprendí desde purrete
Que el que nace calavera
No sé tuerce con la mala
Ni tampoco es batidor
Pretty Tough (feat. Alberto Echagüe)
I'm made in the environment
Of tough guys
Among tough and shady characters
I became tough to handle
I've played without making mistakes
In tricky situations
I was taught to be sharp
By many truly sharp ones
I don't like bars
Where the drinks talk too much
If between sips
What was never thought of is revealed
I know so many men
Who were sharp and skilled
And at the crossroads of four drinks
They got into trouble
I was never a snob
With fancy looks and airs
And I know what it's like
To gamble with luck
If I have a good hand
I avoid that
Shady and confident talk
From those who feel
Like friends just for the moment
I belong to those times
That arise from within the chest
Of loyal women
And upright men
Carving behind cardboard
I always behave
No matter how many obstacles they throw at me
Even if many get carried away
I'm sharp for hustling
I'm wary of the cops
Because I have my hustle
And I can handle any situation
With the cards I'm dealt
I don't like to clue in fools
Who then turn against you
I tend to listen a lot
I was never a big talker
And I learned from a young age
That those born tough
Don't bend with the bad
Nor are they snitches
Escrita por: Carlos Waiss