Maleante De Carton
Jah, que pajó consul
Pa los mete feca, los guasa guasa
Vamo a tirarle a los maliantes de estudio
Si no gatillan son maliantes de estudio
El estudio ahora es de Julio,
Dj Sonic, jah,
los mete feca, los guasones
Pal que se pega pa contarte un embuste
A toa boca pa que la gente se asuste
En ese viaje se pueden ir ajuste
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Al que se pasa metiendole feca
A las gatitas en la discoteca
Ronca de chavo y la cartera esta hueca
"Tu eres un maliente de cartón"
Tiene Rolex, sortija y un pal de cubanas
Brega kilos, y tambien libras de marihuana
Solamente tiene ganas de botar mucha lana
Pues lo que tiene es prestau de los panas
Como un chihuahua que ladra detras de la reja
Detrás del celu te despelleja
Pero tu lo ves de frente con la labia pendeja
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Cara e malo, y con un guille e bravucón
Tu lo ves que te camina con un corte cabrón
No hace falta ni mirarlo pa saber que es guasón
A matau 40 tipos pero en una canción
Buscate una escoba pa barrerle los casquillos
La mitad de to son cuentos y le llegan a los tobillos
Ni pa despedir el año usted a jalau el gatillo
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Lo del tipo es rebuliar, discutir y matar
En el barrio lo conocen como el super anormal
Su corillo casi llena una guagua escolar
Asi cualkiera, pero sueltalo solito a peliar
No se en que galaxia ellos viven la guerra
Me apuesto que no saben ni trastiar una perra
Se meten con white lion y solitos se entierran
Siete pies bajo tierra
A los que frontean, a los que nebulean
Se ponen payasos pa que la gente los vea
Quieren meter la feca pa que uno le crea
Tu le dices "tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Los que dicen que bregan, que matan y pelean
Los que roncan y fanfarronean
Son los primeros en correr si la cosa se pone fea
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Ellos pulla y cortan pa llegar hasta la meta
Debería yo asustarme si chambean sus libretas
Ya los pajaritos le tiran a la escopeta
Pero si no hay bulova, entonces pana mio no se meta
Ese es el problema siempre paga el que aboga
Por lo mas finito es que se parte la soga
Despues los matan y dicen que es por droga
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Ando con dos largos, socio, cualqier cosa me avisas
Si se forma una pelea, yo me quito la camisa
Pero suenan los tiros y se pone blanco como tiza
Y se frizan, hablan de problemas y se erizan
No se que tu ganas con decir que estas armau
Enseñando lo que tienes mejor quedese callau
Con ese fronte puedes terminar apagau
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Socio, soy de la uno, ando sin piquete alguno
Soy como el yambú, yo no me vacuno
Soy feliz con mi fuma y mi desayuno
Y gracias a Dios que no tengo que envidiarle na a ninguno
Soy tranquilo humilde y decente
Canto pa los corillos y brego con toa la gente
Pa, pero si te lambe te voy a explotar los dientes
Con Dj Sonic, es Julio Voltio el demente
A los que frontean, a los que nebulean
Se ponen payasos pa que la gente los vea
Quieren meter la feca pa que uno le crea
Tu le dices "tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Los que dicen que bregan, que matan y pelean
Los que roncan y fanfarronean
Son los primeros en correr si la cosa se pone fea
"Tu eres un maliante de cartón"
Maliante e cartón
Feca, Jou
Pa los que estám guillau de pshyco
Si no dicen payco no son payco
No te dejes engañar, huh
Vamo a tirarle a los maliantes de estudio
Son maliantes de estudio
Que pajó consul
Cardboard Thug
Jah, what a consul bird
For the drug dealers, the chit-chat
Let's aim at the studio thugs
If they don't shoot, they're studio thugs
The studio now belongs to Julio,
Dj Sonic, jah,
the drug dealers, the jokers
For those who stick around to tell you a lie
All mouth so people get scared
In that trip, adjustments can be made
"You're a cardboard thug"
To the one who spends time giving drugs
To the kittens in the nightclub
He talks tough and the wallet is empty
"You're a cardboard thug"
He has a Rolex, a ring, and a couple of Cubans
Deals kilos, and also pounds of marijuana
He just wants to throw a lot of money
Because what he has is borrowed from his buddies
Like a chihuahua barking behind the fence
Behind the phone, he skins you
But you see him face to face with his lame talk
"You're a cardboard thug"
Bad-faced, and with a tough guy look
You see him walking with a tough haircut
You don't even need to look at him to know he's a joker
He kills 40 guys but in one song
Get a broom to sweep up the shells
Half of it is lies and they reach your ankles
Not even to say goodbye to the year you pulled the trigger
"You're a cardboard thug"
The guy's thing is to argue, discuss, and kill
In the neighborhood, they know him as the super abnormal
His crew almost fills a school bus
Anyone can do that, but let him fight alone
I don't know in which galaxy they live the war
I bet they don't even know how to handle a dog
They mess with white lion and end up burying themselves
Seven feet underground
To those who front, to those who haze
They act like clowns so people see them
They want to give drugs so you believe them
You tell them "you're a cardboard thug"
Those who say they deal, kill, and fight
Those who brag and boast
Are the first to run when things get ugly
"You're a cardboard thug"
They stab and cut to reach the goal
Should I be scared if they work their notebooks?
The birds are already shooting at the shotgun
But if there's no Bulova, then my buddy, don't get involved
That's the problem, the one who advocates always pays
For the finest is what breaks the rope
Then they kill them and say it's because of drugs
"You're a cardboard thug"
I'm carrying two guns, buddy, let me know if anything happens
If a fight breaks out, I'll take off my shirt
But when the shots ring out, he turns as white as chalk
And they freeze, talk about problems and get all ruffled
I don't know what you gain by saying you're armed
Showing off what you have, you better stay quiet
With that attitude, you could end up extinguished
"You're a cardboard thug"
Buddy, I'm from the streets, I don't need any backup
I'm like the yambú, I don't get vaccinated
I'm happy with my smoke and my breakfast
And thank God I don't have to envy anyone
I'm calm, humble, and decent
I sing for the crews and get along with everyone
But if you lick me, I'll knock your teeth out
With Dj Sonic, it's Julio Voltio the madman
To those who front, to those who haze
They act like clowns so people see them
They want to give drugs so you believe them
You tell them "you're a cardboard thug"
Those who say they deal, kill, and fight
Those who brag and boast
Are the first to run when things get ugly
"You're a cardboard thug"
Cardboard thug
Drugs, Jou
For those who are tired of psycho
If they don't say psycho, they're not psycho
Don't be fooled, huh
Let's aim at the studio thugs
They're studio thugs
What a consul bird