Yo Fumo
(Disculpe Señor Corneta...
q Corneta tarado...
eh aguanta tanto te va a calenta)
Mi oficio pata ´e lana tiene mucho que ver
en correr por los techos de los vecinos
tanto cigarrillo no me deja correr
y el corneta que me esta corriendo a tiros.
Te echo uno te echo dos, te echo uno te echo dos
salgo matando y no paro de correr
te echo uno te echo dos, te echo uno te echo dos
y le canto en voz alta a tu mujer.
Y fumo corro corro
yo fumo y corro igual
y fumo corro corro
yo fumo y corro igual.(Bis)
I Smoke
(Excuse me Mr. Cornet...
what a stupid Cornet...
hey, hold on, you're gonna get heated up)
My woolen craft has a lot to do
with running on the roofs of the neighbors
so much smoking doesn't let me run
and the cornet is chasing me with shots.
I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
I go killing and I don't stop running
I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
and I sing loudly to your woman.
And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same
And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same. (Repeat)