La Garrafa (part. Ryan Castro)
SOG, póngame la pista pues
Que les voy a decir unas cosas a estos sardino'
Ave María 'el Sagrado Rostro, SOG
Qué chimba
¡Hágale!
Como se creen de bandidos con las motos y las gafas
Se juntan como veinte pa' comprar una garrafa
Que tienen to'as las chimbas, yo no les creo na'
Si en la cama por la noche tiran es pura paja
Yo que tengo plata y vivo relaja'o
Me mantengo en el barrio y tengo finca en el Pobla'o (qué rico que e' eso)
Tengo un carro bonito, último modelo, y pa' no chicanear lo mantengo para'o (bien para'o)
Pobre ricachón, pobre ricachón
Saque el aguardiente y frite el chicharrón (dale pues, mijo)
Pobre ricachón, pobre ricachón
Yo tengo mucha plata, veinte mil de salchichón (¿cuánto?)
Yo que estudié en el Diego y soy de Pedregal
Me crié con to'as las chimba' de Grate y de Florencia (chimberías)
Las calienta huevos, esas me caen mal
Le da uno los picos, pero nunca lo prestan
Llamé a una veterana, me gustan veterana' (eso)
Me gustan to'as la viudas, solteras y casada'
No me dejan con la' gana', no me dejan con la' gana'
Es conversadora y hasta toma con mis panas (¡hágale, hágale!)
Pobre ricachón, pobre ricachón
Saque el aguardiente y frite el chicharrón
Pobre ricachón, pobre ricachón
Yo tengo mucha plata, veinte mil de salchichón
Ave María, SOG
Sabe' qué, de tanta plata que yo estoy haciendo
Ya no me haga' llamar Ryan Castro
Ya has que me pongan Ricardo
Y de apodo Richie
(Kapital Music)
The Bottle (feat. Ryan Castro)
SOG, put on the track for me
I'm going to tell these sardines some things
Hail Mary, the Sacred Face, SOG
How cool
Let's go!
They think they're tough guys with the bikes and sunglasses
They gather like twenty to buy a bottle
They act like they have it all, I don't believe them
If they talk big at night in bed, it's all talk
I have money and live relaxed
I stay in the neighborhood and have a farm in Pobla'o (how nice that is)
I have a nice car, the latest model, and to avoid showing off, I keep it parked (well parked)
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds (go ahead, son)
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I have a lot of money, twenty thousand in sausage (how much?)
I studied at Diego and I'm from Pedregal
I grew up with all the cool kids from Grate and Florencia (shenanigans)
The cockteasers, I don't like them
You give them a kiss, but they never lend a hand
I called a mature woman, I like mature women (that)
I like all the widows, single and married
They don't leave me hanging, they don't leave me hanging
She's a talker and even drinks with my buddies (let's go, let's go!)
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
Bring out the liquor and fry the pork rinds
Poor rich guy, poor rich guy
I have a lot of money, twenty thousand in sausage
Hail Mary, SOG
You know what, with all the money I'm making
Don't call me Ryan Castro anymore
Just have them call me Ricardo
And my nickname Richie
(Kapital Music)