RULO VERDE (part. DT.Bilardo y Eric Santana)
Oh, ahora sí
Eh, ¿Qué onda que amanecí por acá?
El sol da en la cara, estoy demacrado
Lo' ojo' chino, bien relajado
Acá la patrulla pasa seguido
Encima ando amanecido
Y los tiramo' al sopi
Mira tu banda que está del opi
Nosotro' vacilando en el tropi
A todos los coti le damos candelaria
Pa' lo' turros, las bandida' y las sicaria'
Andamo' re crudo, esa guacha' 'tá jamón
Yo fumando hash
La paso a buscar en un Gilera Smash
Si pinta foto sácale el flash
Yo en el boliche gastando cash
Yo soy negro cumbiero como rulo verde
Ando con una cadena de 11 luca' verde
A los que se pasan de guapo
Ya vamo' a caerle y vamo' hacerle'
Los tiramo' al sopi
Mira tu banda que está del opi
Nosotro' vacilando en el tropi
A todos los coti le damos candelaria
Pa' lo' turros, las bandida' y las sicaria'
Andamo' re crudo, esa guacha' 'tá jamón
Yo fumando hash
La paso a buscar en un Gilera Smash
Si pinta foto sácale el flash
Yo en el boliche gastando cash
Causó turbulencia en toda la escena
Pa' mi pinta, no alcanza tu panorama
Los fantasmas se regalan de a docena'
Y mi turrita lo corta de la manada
Ella me gusta a mí que sea una descarada
Enrola 420 y arma la gilada
Se sube a los trucho' y siempre anda sin chucu
Va con la capucha mientra' fuma un pucho
Puesta pa' la lucha, no escucha a lo' mocho'
Tiene un par de guacha' que facturan mucho
Traigan la champeta y que vuelen los corcho'
Mi turra le mete y pica lo' cogollo'
Porque
Yo soy negro cumbiero como rulo verde
Y ando con una cadena de 11 luca' verde
A lo' que se pasen de guapo'
Ya vamo' a caerle' y vamo' hacerle'
Los tiramo' al sopi
Mira tu banda que está del opi
Nosotro' vacilando en el tropi
A todos los coti le damos candelaria
Pa' lo' turros, las bandida' y las sicaria'
Andamo' re crudo, esa guacha' 'tá jamón
Yo fumando hash
La paso a buscar en un Gilera Smash
Si pinta foto sácale el flash
Yo en el boliche gastando cash
Los tiramo' al sopi
Mira tu banda que está del opi
Nosotro' vacilando en el tropi
A todos los coti le damos candelaria
Pa' lo' turros, las bandida' y las sicaria'
Andamo' re crudo, esa guacha' 'tá jamón
Yo fumando hash
La paso a buscar en un Gilera Smash
Si pinta foto sácale el flash
Yo en el boliche gastando cash
Se me regalan no hace falta chamuyar
Yo me la llevo con faso y champán
Alta nieve me paso esa tran
Míralo al L-Gante que bacán
Me siento Sandro, salgo de bata
Tengo una gaturra que se pone santa
Me enrolé dos bate' de lo que arrebatan
Y si yo me vuelo, ella me dice: Basta
Eh
Que está re zarpado
Cumbia 420 pa' lo' negro'
Eh, L-Gante Keloke
Oah, el que pegó el RKT
Y el que trajo el movimiento
Más duro que cemento
Directo desde la torre, eh
Y no de vigilancia
¡Gato!
GREEN CURL (feat. DT.Bilardo and Eric Santana)
Oh, now yes
Hey, what's up that I woke up here?
The sun hits my face, I look worn out
My eyes are squinted, very relaxed
The patrol passes by frequently here
And I'm still up from the night before
And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen
We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash
I'm a black cumbia guy like a green curl
I wear an 11 thousand dollar green chain
For those who act tough
We'll come for them and we'll get them
And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen
We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash
Causing turbulence in the whole scene
Your outlook doesn't match mine
Ghosts are given away by the dozen
And my girl stands out from the pack
I like her to be shameless
She rolls 420 and stirs things up
She gets on the fake ones and always goes without a care
She wears a hoodie while smoking a cigarette
Ready for the fight, she doesn't listen to the prudes
She has a couple of girls who make a lot of money
Bring the champeta and let the corks fly
My girl smokes and chops the buds
Because
I'm a black cumbia guy like a green curl
And I wear an 11 thousand dollar green chain
For those who act tough
We'll come for them and we'll get them
And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen
We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash
And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen
We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash
They give themselves to me, no need to sweet talk
I take her with weed and champagne
I pass that high snow
Look at L-Gante, how cool
I feel like Sandro, I come out in a robe
I have a girl who acts innocent
I rolled two joints of what they snatch
And if I get high, she tells me: Enough
Hey
It's really wild
Cumbia 420 for the black guys
Hey, L-Gante Keloke
Oah, the one who hit with RKT
And brought the movement
Harder than cement
Straight from the tower, eh
And not for surveillance
Cat!