Amos Chacho
Ey, yo (ey, yo) Y la peñita ar compás (compás)
Sí (te, te cambio tres cromos)
Y nadie más, cámbiamelos primo
Te cambio tres cromos, trae te los cambio
Amos chacho, eh, unos fichajes, sí, oh
Amos chacho, por tres de los tuyos, dígalo, Luis Milla
Amos chacho, que están curiosillos, ahaha
Ay, sí, vámonos pa'llá prego
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
[Gitano Antón]
Amos chacho, en mi barrio hay apaches
Via a vení yo con la lache o el cache del que se agache
Porque eres un verdugo que ni un duro ni un zurullo dan por él
Y provoca el murmullo de un rapero de pastel
Ja pos bien, esperarsus que traiga agüita fresca
La sed quita, pica la curiosidad, te irrita la moral
Te encanas en el bailoteo hermana
Tu lacorro es mu' feo, que nus maten
Traten sus manejos, de primejos no se fíen
Jambos majos que las píen, ríen con las michubirri, los pamplinas
Rap en papelinas se combina con pregón
Vaya papelón, campeón, traya al peleón con (con)
La marcha que camelo, tu mancha borraremos
¿Ya veremos? que hemos venio' de lejos
Pasando fatiguillas y el pellejo achicharrao'
To er cagao' pa'l que ignore, corre (corre)
Di que han llegau', tocau'
En entretelas, lachos en sus maneras y duquelas
Desamparadas en horas tempranas
A falta que hacer, a excepción de componer
Undivel qué bonita es la mañana (mañana)
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
[Langui]
Pues si es normal, hombre que to' nos suene a chino
Que no hemos estau' nunca metidos en estos temas
Que si er caché, que si el protoors
Que lo llaman royalti ¿Y que no es de Flandul?
Entonces suerta la cuchara que te veo con las ganas
De meter la zarpa en el platuni y llevarte la tajá, ah
La avaricia primo crea enemistad
Que es mejor que ser honrao' ir con la cabeza arzá
Que no te culpen (como) que no te sientas avasallao'
Por preguntones que fingen ser listillos y enterau'
Remingao', refollao', mu' afanao'
Amos y luego la parienta en casa les tiene achantao'
¡Mortífero! de la manera en que nos vimos
Atravesando er camino con un carro destartalao'
Son nísperos lo que tú ves en mi borsina
Y yo reparto en cada esquina y sólo tienes que pelar
Aclarar, que por lo visto dicen que hay que ser Rockero
Popero, Rapero y así poderte encasillar ¿No?
Y si me da por escuchar a mí Rosendo
A Ketama o a Triana ¿dicen que no soy real? sar de aquí
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en er papel
[Langui & Gitano Antón]
Ala, venga, hijo dale
No, si tiene que ser ahí por narices como ér diga
Pos que te ponen de ignorante, o de perro maleante
Primo, según del barrio en que tú vivas
Achanta er mirlo cara estaca, chico aquí
¿Por qué tú impides que florezca en el jardín?
Ignorando el pedigrí hoy sortamos tarascás
¿Que nus vienes a pedir? ¿que nos quieres camelar?
Que dicen que en su barrio hay peludos
Pues nos trata de chachito, de primico
Y con las parmas quiere hacerse el flamenquito
Agustito en el corro nos ofreces un porrito
Y te lo burlas por camela
Pesaito er su colega los compadres se najelan
No nus rayes el rollito, valgame la que tuvela
Corta tela no es patrón, da igual Levi´s o Cimarrón
La cuestión es sabersu comportar y no hacer tanto el risión
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
Amos chacho, y yo que no sabía que era er caché
Amos chacho, y yo que nunca primo las pié
Amortajen, a todo periodista de pastel
Que se vea su fustramiento refrejao' en el papel, ja
Amos chacho, amos chacho, amortajen
Amos chacho, amos chacho, am...
Amos Chacho
Hey, me (hey, me) And the little group is playing along (playing along)
Yes (I'll trade you three cards)
And no one else, change them for me cousin
I'll trade you three stickers, bring them and I'll trade them for you
Come on, dude, eh, some signings, yeah, oh
Come on, dude, for three of yours, say it, Luis Milla
Come on, dude, you're curious, ahaha
Oh yeah, let's go there, prego
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, ha
[Gypsy Anton]
Come on, dude, there are Apaches in my neighborhood
I'll come with the money or the cash of the one who bends down
Because you are an executioner who doesn't give a penny or a turd for it
And provokes the murmur of a cake rapper
Yeah, well, wait for him to bring some fresh water
It quenches thirst, piques curiosity, irritates your morale
You're stuck in dancing, sister
Your lacorro is very ugly, let them kill us
Try your tricks, don't trust them at first
Nice little jambos who sing, laugh with the michubirri, the nonsense
Rap in paper bags is combined with a publicity speech
What a mess, champ, bring the brawler with (with)
The march that deceives, we will erase your stain
We'll see, we've come from far away
Going through a bit of fatigue and with my skin burned out
To er cagao' for him to ignore, run (run)
Say they've arrived, knock!
In interlinings, lachos in their ways and duchesses
Homeless in the early hours
There is nothing left to do, except compose
Undivel how beautiful the morning is (morning)
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, ha
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, ha
[Langui]
Well, it's normal, man, that everything sounds like Chinese to us
That we have never been involved in these issues
That if it is cache, that if the protoors
They call it royalty. And it's not from Flandul?
Then good luck with the spoon, I see you are eager
Of putting your paw in the platuni and taking the slice, ah
Greed often creates enmity
It is better to be honest than to go with your head straight
Don't let them blame you (like) don't let them feel overwhelmed
For inquisitive people who pretend to be smart and knowledgeable
Remingao', refollao', mu' afanao'
Amos and then the relative at home has them scared
Deadly! The way we looked
Crossing the road with a rickety cart
They are medlars that you see in my bag
And I deliver to every corner and you just have to peel
To clarify, apparently they say that you have to be a rocker
Popper, Rapper and so you can be pigeonholed, right?
And if I decide to listen to my Rosendo
To Ketama or Triana, do they say I'm not real? Get out of here
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, haha
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper
[Langui & Gitano Antón]
Come on, son, go for it
No, it has to be there by force as he says
Well, they make you look like an ignorant person, or a vicious dog
Cousin, depending on the neighborhood you live in
Achanta the blackbird face stake, boy here
Why do you prevent it from blooming in the garden?
Ignoring the pedigree today we sort Tarascas
What have you come to ask of us? What are you trying to sweet talk us about?
They say there are hairy ones in their neighborhood
Well, he calls us little one, little cousin
And with the parmas he wants to play the flamenco
Comfortable in the circle you offer us a joint
And you make fun of him for being a con artist
His colleague is annoying, the buddies are scared
Don't bother us, I'm sorry I had it
Fabric cutter is not a pattern, it doesn't matter Levi'so Cimarrón
The point is to know how to behave and not to make so much fun of it
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, haha
Come on, dude, I didn't know what a cache was
Come on, dude, and I never took the first steps
Shroud every cake journalist
Let your frustration be reflected on paper, haha
Come on, chacho, come on, chacho, shroud
Come on, dude, come on, dude, dude