West Side (part. ECKO)
Ey, young golden (young golden; ey)
West side
Yah-yah, eh-ey
Yah, ey
Mera, bro, tengo el don, dame el microphone
Se comenta que soy bandolero como don, son (pu-pu-pu-prr)
Palabreo de alta gama like patrón
Las puse a move' a las dama' y a los pana' de morón (pu-pu-pu)
La nota que se me sube como el blunt
Ando con poco, no compro con tu dolor, bobolón, oh (pu-pu)
Ando como ktm, siempre llego acelerado
Si no muero rico te vendo mi flow, oh (eh-eh-eh)
Se comenta cuando salgo pa'l barrio
Que vivo como rey por activar como bandido (uh-uh)
Son reales los que caminan conmigo
Conozco muchos perro' que no salen del ladrido (guau, guau, guau, guau)
Mera, bro, yo no soy un parecido
Mi piquete de alta gama, solo me falta el cabrío (cabrío)
Quiero hacerme rico, 'toy lejos del lío (yeah, yeah)
Esquivo malas lengua' con habilidad de lio (ey)
Mic check, one-two, dame el microphone (ah)
Llegó el que se roba la atención, oh (young golden)
No le falten el respeto al patrón (no)
Porque te frenamo' y te agarramo' con to' el escuadrón (yeah, yeah)
Los tenemos preguntando "¿quiénes son?" (ey)
Los de cienes van y vienen, bienvenido' a mi nación
Mis versos desde el oeste vienen tomando envión (yeah, yeah)
Los paso por encima, como un drone (prra)
Soy de la clase humana que nació pa' ser el bosque, no la rama (ah)
Traje el fuego que ni mil bombero' apagan
Una raza distinta, rapero' están buscando que me extinga
Porque no me superan volcando tinta (prra)
Yo no compro pero vendo, demonio de la tinta como kendo (yeah)
Cuando prendo y escribo siempre sorprendo (wuh, wuh, wuh; young golden)
Haciendo que cada tema se vuelva un himno
Nos miran los feo' porque siempre estamo' lindo' (dímelo, rei)
En el palabreo el teacher, el chanteo es tan picante como el ají
Las babie' tiran ojo porque estoy ágil (ay)
Imposible que me pinchen
No ronquen de cortas ni que son calle (po-po)
No es la prenda, no es la marca, son los talle' (jaja)
I am rei, traje la salsa que le falta a tu receta
Soy el mejor de la cancha, federer con la raqueta
Los chanteo' veinte punto', palabreo de carrera
Si los tiger' 'tán to' junto' las felina' se nos pegan (young golden; ah)
Se-se siguen moviendo las ziploc' (money)
Me sigo cuidando con mi Glock
Sigue corriendo el click-clack
Y yo sigo parado en mi bloque (prra)
Largando las penas al micro (ah)
Encadena'o, como rick ross (ah)
Esta vida es como un ping pong
Lo que hagas puede que rebote
Po-por eso me mantengo igual, nunca visitante, siempre soy local (siempre)
En-en cualquier lado neutral, frío con los domi, me dicen "normal"
Haciendo easy money a lo myke, las cifras aumentan cuando agarro el mic (money)
Los pasa montaña' a lo counter-strike, salí de la calle como kimbo slice (terrorist win)
No lo intenten en casa, que chantear no es pa' cualquiera, jaja
Dímelo, rei (young golden)
Dímelo, rei, ah (golden team)
Lea in the mix, babe (wow)
Mozart
Esta me la grabé solo, eh (del oeste pa'l mundo, mami)
West side
West Side (part. ECKO)
Hey, young golden (young golden; hey)
west side
Yah-yah, eh-ey
Yah, hey
Mera, bro, I have the gift, give me the microphone
It is said that I am a bandit like a don, they are (pu-pu-pu-prr)
High-end chatter like pattern
I made them move the ladies and the Morón guys (pu-pu-pu)
The note that goes up like a blunt
I go with little, I don't buy with your pain, fool, oh (pu-pu)
I ride like a KTM, I always arrive accelerated
If I don't die rich I'll sell you my flow, oh (eh-eh-eh)
It is commented when I go out to the neighborhood
I live like a king to activate like a bandit (uh-uh)
Those who walk with me are real
I know many dogs that don't stop barking (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Mera, bro, I'm not a lookalike
My high-end picket, I only need the goat (goat)
I want to get rich, I'm far from trouble (yeah, yeah)
I dodge bad language with the ability to mess around (hey)
Mic check, one-two, give me the microphone (ah)
The one who steals the attention has arrived, oh (young golden)
Don't disrespect the boss (no)
Because I stop you and catch you with the whole squad (yeah, yeah)
We have them asking "who are they?" (Hey)
The hundreds come and go, welcome to my nation
My verses from the west are gaining momentum (yeah, yeah)
I fly over them, like a drone (pra)
I am from the human class that was born to be the forest, not the branch (ah)
I brought the fire that not even a thousand firefighters can put out
A different breed, rapper' they are looking for me to become extinct
Because they don't surpass me by pouring ink (pra)
I don't buy but I sell, ink demon like kendo (yeah)
When I turn on and write I always surprise (wuh, wuh, wuh; young golden)
Making each song become an anthem
They look at us 'ugly' because we are always 'cute' (tell me, king)
In the teacher's chatter, the chanting is as spicy as chili
The babes keep an eye out because I'm agile (ay)
Impossible for them to puncture me
Don't snore because you're short or because you're street (po-po)
It's not the garment, it's not the brand, it's the sizes' (haha)
I am king, I brought the sauce that is missing from your recipe
I am the best on the court, federer with the racket
I chant 'twenty points', career talk
If the tigers are together, the felines will stick to us (young golden; ah)
The ziploc' (money) keeps moving
I continue to take care of myself with my Glock
The click-clack keeps running
And I'm still standing on my block (pra)
Spreading the sorrows to the microphone (ah)
Chained, like rick ross (ah)
This life is like ping pong
What you do may rebound
Po-that's why I stay the same, never a visitor, I'm always a local (always)
In-anywhere neutral, cold with the domi, they call me "normal"
Making easy money like myke, the numbers increase when I grab the mic (money)
They pass mountains' like counter-strike, I left the street like kimbo slice (terrorist win)
Don't try it at home, blackmailing isn't for everyone, haha
Tell me, rei (young golden)
Tell me, king, ah (golden team)
Lea in the mix, babe (wow)
Mozart
I recorded this one alone, huh (from the west to the world, mommy)
west side
Escrita por: Ignacio Spalatti / Julian Reininger