Ando Con La Ganga (part. Gitto y Pablito Pesadilla)

Hanging Out with the Crew (feat. Gitto and Pablito Nightmare)

Ya-ya-ya
(From the poems)
Hey, Gitto, tell me where you at
Can't see you, bastard, prrr

I'm rolling with the crew
A couple of buddies chilling, panda flow
Bandit style, ladies in thongs
The tough guys with guns

They hit you right on target
A private party on a yacht
A gathering of big shot thugs
All illegal, we ain't on the straight and narrow

The girl gets stuffed
Not stopping until the cat breaks
And whoever wants problems can step up
We break their collarbone
We were wrong, I was on edge and we stopped
You don't see a bunch of stars, but we've always been stars, I continue

To dance
Doesn't matter if she's not my girl
To shake it
She's gotta wear that miniskirt

I like how you start moving slowly
How my hands run over your body
How your booty starts moving
From here to there

I'm following you
The energy is rising
I want to see you dance without worries
Your waist moving from here to there, and now

I'm
Chilling and emptying bottles (bottles)
While you thought I was crying
I was at the party looking for a hot chick
Hey, Nicko but the OG

Ya-ya-ya
I stole the R-15, clear comb
Like I steal the show when slapping those cheeks
And down low, until the bass breaks
I want to see you naked as God made you
And, what's up? I travel, this is a blast

I tear up Germany when I lower it from your butt
If you don't like to mess around, my name
I'll put it on your butt
I have the power
To make your dog eat like a pig

I'm rolling with the crew
A couple of buddies chilling, panda flow
Bandit style, ladies in thongs
The tough guys with guns

Ya-ya-ya
They hit you right on target
Hey, Nicko but the OG
Flow Germany What's up?
Tell me, Baller
We're tough without work
And with original choruses, yah
Tell me, Gitto
Tell me, where you at
Can't see you, bastard, prr