Gente Que No (part. Todos Tus Muertos)
Hay gente mentirosa
Hay gente policía
Hay gente de mierda
Y hay gente que no, gente que no, gente que no
Hay gente que te dice que tenés que trabajar
Hay gente que te dice que tenés que estudiar
Hay gente que te dice que tenés un problema existencial
Hay gente que no, gente que no, gente que no
Tus viejos te molestan te quieren ver triunfar
Te quieren bien arriba en la escala social
Te llenan bien las bolas te quieren mandar
Vos sólo querés mandarlos a cagar!
Porque hay gente que te banca, (gente que no)
Gente que te escucha, (gente que no)
Hay gente que te invita a su casa a dormir
Gente que te deja en la calle morir, y vos, quién sos?
No mires de costado, no te hagas el pescado
No te creas que le hablo al de al lado porque te hablo a vos
Quien sos?
Que carajo estas haciendo de tu vida?
Que carajo vas a hacer de vos?
Querés ser policía, querés ser ladrón
Querés ser un concheto, queres ser stone
Queres ser un careta, queres ser drogon, yo no
Gente que no, gente que no, gente que no
Raggamuffin es el estilo de la calle
así que no vengas y me digas que me calle
Si vengo con este estilo
Es para que no te desmalles
Y cuando vayas por las calles lo bailes
This is raggamuffin style and passion
This is raggamuffin style
No quiero ser un yuppie con plata
No quiero ser un hippie ni un punk
No quiero que me llenen la cabeza con mierda
No quiero que me digan lo que debo pensar, no quiero pensar
Gente que no, gente que no, gente que no
People who don't (with All Your Dead Ones)
There are lying people
There are police people
There are shitty people
And there are people who don't, people who don't, people who don't
There are people who tell you that you have to work
There are people who tell you that you have to study
There are people who tell you that you have an existential problem
And there are people who don't, people who don't, people who don't
Your parents bother you, they want to see you succeed
They want you way up on the social ladder
They fill your head, they want to control you
But you just want to tell them to fuck off!
Because there are people who support you (people who don't)
People who listen to you (people who don't)
There are people who invite you to sleep at their house
People who leave you to die on the street, and you, who are you?
Don't look sideways, don't act like a fish
Don't think I'm talking to the person next to you because I'm talking to you
Who are you?
What the hell are you doing with your life?
What the hell are you going to make of yourself?
Do you want to be a cop, do you want to be a thief
Do you want to be a snob, do you want to be a stoner
Do you want to be a poser, do you want to be a druggie, not me
People who don't, people who don't, people who don't
Raggamuffin is the style of the street
So don't come and tell me to shut up
If I come with this style
It's so you don't faint
And when you walk the streets, you dance to it
This is raggamuffin style and passion
This is raggamuffin style
I don't want to be a yuppie with money
I don't want to be a hippie or a punk
I don't want my head filled with crap
I don't want to be told what to think, I don't want to think
People who don't, people who don't, people who don't
Escrita por: Fidel Nadal / Jorge Serrano