LOGI (part. L-Gante y Homer El Mero Mero)
(Ah, ahora sí, bro)
Perro Primo, el más que tose, eh
El Mero Mero, eh
Pa' to' el que no creía y ni se lo esperaba
Son un par en la fila que quedaron de cara
Yo no pasé cabida, siempre haciendo mi jugada
Con una chela fría y mi compa cortando rama'
Si ya saben que voy por todo
Le das la mano y el ruchi te agarra el codo
Quiero el Mercedes y en el cuello un kilo de oro
No hay quien nos frene, tengo la jaula pa' lo' loro'
No confiaban en mí, les cerré el hoyi'
A tu wacha se lo di, le besé el hoyi'
Al porrito, lo contaminé con hachís
Yo conozco a tu crew, son todo' logis
Entro cheto, corte Toretto
A full le meto, quédate quieto
Si sos mi nieto, no má' secuestro
Distinto al resto de to' el montón
Bille'-Bille' de to' paíse'
Siempre lo quise, no hay quien nos pise
Se contradicen, slow me dicen
No sé qué dicen, habla mejor
Los turros están colgando un Falcón
Vengo de Santa Laura, ahora quiero una mansión
Fumar una bengala con una wacha en Kingston
Y no olvidarme nunca que mi barrio es Morón
Mero (eh, ah)
Mostrale piola lo que hacemos
Desperté con una turra encima
Con plata encima, con porro' encima
Me fui pa' la esquina, a buscar vitamina
De la más pura, de la más fina
Y tengo una locura, de pum para arriba
Demasia' altura pa' contar la cima
Ando tirando lana, junto a mi pana
Cuando caigo a Rodríguez, activan marihuana
Tengo mucho qué haceres pa' pensar mañana
Estamos haciendo money toda la semana
Y gastando, si me buscan, estoy festejando
Voy siempre acelera'o, esquivando el comando
Un par de wacha' larga' me están esperando
Con la paca contada y la rama colgando
De cumple, se surte en el fuerte
Le damos tan fuerte que vive caliente
Y no sufre si cumple
Lo prende en el puente
Con la muchedumbre
Cruza el continente pa'l norte
Eh
No' vamo un rato a esta' con la SW4
Tres fila' de asiento, par de ladrona'
Estoy pa' lastrar una gata en cuatro
Nos bancamos el arrebato
A cara perro pa' lo' gato'
Mueren por tener contacto
Porque acá está toda la nota
Lo que tiran no rebota
La flapera no se explota
Tu novio ese no alborota
Y nos la clavamo' en pelota'
Si nos fuimos pa' Rodríguez
Con los pinta que le meten
Se la damo' al que confíe
Y nos quedamo' en el oeste
Respeto al que tiró la buena
El que la topea que la siga
Y a los gatos envidiosos
Voy a mirarlos desde arriba
A diez centímetros de la cima
Con los resorte' en la zapa'
Como El Zorro sin la capa
En un tornado siempre escapa
Cansado de lavar plata
Poca pala y mucha paca'
Tus pana' meten la pata
Y cargamo' la camioneta
Las flore' de mi maceta
Ya me la fumé completa
Tengo chasquibum y BR
Para todo el que se meta
Pa' el que dice que la aguanta
Que venga y que banque el reto
Meto a su wacha pa'l depto
Yo lo arranco y no comento
Les presento a los maestro'
Pa' que aprenda' un poco de esto
Cumbia 4-20 pa' lo' negro'
No confiaban en mí, les cerré el hoyi'
A tu wacha se lo di, le besé el hoyi'
Al porrito, lo contaminé con hachís
Yo conozco a tu crew, son todo' logis
Yo conozco a tu crew, son todo' logis
Eh
Perro Primo, el más que tose (eh)
Cumbia 4-20 pa' lo' negro'
L-Gante, keloké
DT.Bilardo, Maxi El Brother y Al Records
Al ritmo, eah
Cumbia 4-20 pa' la' mecha'
Homero, el Mero Mero
Kriterio Music está on fire
Turro' con lo' turro'
(Yo conozco a tu crew, son todo' logis)
LOGI (feat. L-Gante and Homer El Mero Mero)
(Ah, now, bro)
Perro Primo, the one who coughs, eh
The Main Main, eh
For all those who didn't believe and didn't expect it
There are a couple in line who were left facing
I didn't pay attention, always making my move
With a cold beer and my buddy trimming branches
If they already know I'm going for everything
You shake hands and the dude grabs your elbow
I want the Mercedes and a kilo of gold around my neck
No one can stop us, I have the cage for the parrots
They didn't trust me, I shut them up
I gave it to your girl, I kissed her
To the joint, I contaminated it with hash
I know your crew, they're all thugs
I enter fancy, like Toretto
I go all in, stay still
If you're my grandson, no more kidnapping
Different from the rest of the bunch
Money from all countries
I always wanted it, no one can step on us
They contradict themselves, they call me slow
I don't know what they're saying, speak better
The thugs are hanging a Falcon
I come from Santa Laura, now I want a mansion
Smoke a flare with a girl in Kingston
And never forget that my neighborhood is Morón
Main (eh, ah)
Show them cool what we do
I woke up with a chick on top
With money on me, with joints on me
I went to the corner, to get some vitamins
The purest, the finest
And I have a madness, shooting up
Too much height to count the top
I'm throwing money, with my buddy
When I go to Rodríguez, they activate marijuana
I have a lot of things to do to think about tomorrow
We're making money all week
And spending, if they look for me, I'm celebrating
I'm always in a rush, dodging the command
A couple of long chicks are waiting for me
With the cash counted and the branch hanging
For his birthday, he gets loaded in the fort
We hit him so hard that he lives hot
And he doesn't suffer if he fulfills
He lights it on the bridge
With the crowd
Crosses the continent to the north
Eh
We're going for a while to be with the SW4
Three rows of seats, a couple of thieves
I'm ready to screw a chick on all fours
We endure the outburst
Face to face like dogs for the cats
They die to have contact
Because here is all the note
What they throw doesn't bounce back
The flap doesn't explode
Your boyfriend doesn't stir things up
And we nail it naked
If we went to Rodríguez
With the paint they put on
We give it to those who trust
And we stay in the west
Respect to the one who threw the good
The one who tops it, keep it up
And to the jealous chicks
I'm going to look at them from above
Ten centimeters from the top
With the springs in the shoe
Like Zorro without the cape
In a tornado always escapes
Tired of laundering money
Little shovel and a lot of cash
Your buddies mess up
And we load the truck
The flowers from my pot
I already smoked it all
I have chasquibum and BR
For anyone who messes with us
For those who say they can handle it
Let them come and face the challenge
I put his girl in the apartment
I start it and don't comment
I introduce you to the masters
So you can learn a little from this
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones
They didn't trust me, I shut them up
I gave it to your girl, I kissed her
To the joint, I contaminated it with hash
I know your crew, they're all thugs
I know your crew, they're all thugs
Eh
Perro Primo, the one who coughs (eh)
Cumbia 4-20 for the black ones
L-Gante, what's up
DT.Bilardo, Maxi El Brother and Al Records
To the rhythm, yeah
Cumbia 4-20 for the matches
Homer, the Main Main
Kriterio Music is on fire
Thugs with the thugs
(I know your crew, they're all thugs)
Escrita por: DT.Bilardo / Homer El Mero Mero / Perro Primo / L-Gante / Al Records