Canción de Hamaca
Oye, esto se titula como, canción de hamaca
Se siente uva, como pa meter las patas
Con grampa, pausa, bandera blanca
Música relax y no es de jamaica
Depender uno del otro, como siquiatriloco
Si a ti con sólito, te llueven piropos
Este día no lo daña ni un aviso de huracán
Quiero coger sombra mai, abajo un bonsai
Sin facebook, twitter, ni celular
Una playa solitaria, enjuague bucal
Es un masaje sin manos, para mi espíritu y mi alma
Mi negro, quitame del lado los mojigangas
No estoy para hacer mollero, lo mio es para west tiri
Pongo a viajar mi gente, barato igual que piri
Airlines, esta todo bien, esta todo super fine
Tranquilidad espiritual haile selassie I
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
No soy un rasta wanna be, you feel me?
I row my way, this I made my essence see
C-p-r, ambulance, keep it real
Is ain't, for a scoop it happy
Ain't that easy
I'm fuckin' loved, man
Game over
Same struggle, same color
Same my african mamá
We love biggie tupac super get the don't die
Somos brother from different mothers
Afros low encima el dembow
Enfoque el dembow como nat king cole
Gangsta, play sinatra, sexy like pa tra
Odio lo felino, pero amo las gatas
Que le guste hagamos feel a the dance with the nigga, hey!
Causandole un orgasmo con rima, mira!
En ga linga linga and the wamba ganga
Mi combo es mi dj otro duo y mi banda
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
Yo si no soy caravali, seré watusi
En el pasado fui ladrón como masuchi
No soy de la ciudad, soy de campo
Listo para la listeria desde hace cuanto
Me tardo, pero salgo y me mando
Pa morir en paz, yo vivo guerreando
Que no quedaba nada muchacho
Si ahora es que esto esta empezando
Mi obra maestra, dile, el que sabe, sabe
Hablando claro, si llevando un mensaje
Sin agenda oculta, como me gusta
Ver mi gente junta, es ahora o nunca
Desde la cuna, vi las mejuras
Era locura, fanático esta negrura
Como en quibdo, raza latina
Descendiente afro, con el puño izquierdo arriba
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
No soy rastafari, but a lo reggae music
A lo reggae music yeah
Hammock Song
Listen, this is titled as, hammock song
It feels like grapes, like to dip your feet
With a clamp, pause, white flag
Relaxing music and it's not from Jamaica
Depending on each other, like psychos
If you're alone, compliments rain on you
This day is not harmed by a hurricane warning
I want to take shade, under a bonsai
Without Facebook, Twitter, or cell phone
A solitary beach, mouthwash
It's a hands-free massage, for my spirit and my soul
My friend, get rid of the prudes by my side
I'm not here to be a fool, mine is for the west
I make my people travel, cheap like a bird
Airlines, everything is good, everything is super fine
Spiritual tranquility, Hail Selassie I
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not a Rasta wanna be, you feel me?
I row my way, this I made my essence see
C-P-R, ambulance, keep it real
It ain't, for a scoop it happy
Ain't that easy
I'm loved, man
Game over
Same struggle, same color
Same my African mama
We love Biggie Tupac super get the don't die
We are brothers from different mothers
Afros on top of the dembow
Focus on the dembow like Nat King Cole
Gangsta, play Sinatra, sexy like to the back
I hate the feline, but I love the cats
Let's make them feel the dance with the nigga, hey!
Causing an orgasm with rhyme, look!
In ga linga linga and the wamba ganga
My crew is my DJ another duo and my band
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
If I'm not a carnival, I'll be Watusi
In the past I was a thief like Masuchi
I'm not from the city, I'm from the countryside
Ready for the listeria for how long
I take my time, but I go out and send myself
To die in peace, I live warring
There was nothing left, boy
If now is when this is starting
My masterpiece, tell him, he who knows, knows
Speaking clearly, carrying a message
No hidden agenda, as I like it
Seeing my people together, it's now or never
From the cradle, I saw the improvements
It was madness, this blackness is a fan
Like in Quibdó, Latin race
Afro descendant, with the left fist up
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah