FUCK EL POLICE
That shit, bro
Comuna 4, pai
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (plo, plo)
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Sigo siendo el mismo wacho, pero ahora en la fuckin' vaina
Ahora los zombie' bailan, tira la poli al rapear
Se muere por un poco de violencia innecesaria
Te faltan derecho' que me lo' aprendí en primaria
Uh, TR1 en el área
Arriba 'el escenario me parezco un Súper Saiyan
Las luces azule', el uniforme con los Ray Ban
Son quien me persiguen donde va—, donde vaya
Si Trueno dice hip
Todo el barrio dice hop
Dice hip, dicen ¡hop!
Dice hip, dicen ¡hop!
Fuck el police
Se cagan los Robocop
No apagan el monoblock sus cara' de what the fuck?, papi (plo, plo, plo)
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh, runnin')
Fuck el police del país, it's coming-min'-min'
Fu-fu-fu-fuck
Fuck el police, fu-fuck el police (ey)
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Nos dicen cabeza negra, todos saben quién somo'
No nos paran ni con agua, ni con fuego, ni con plomo
Oh, shit (oficial, necesito tres patrulleros, hay fiesta en La Boca), oh, oh
A las once hacemos fiesta y a las doce sale el lobo
Pero no nos va a parar porque somos más que ello'
No nos van a agarrar porque somos más que ello'
Ah, esta es la puta canción del pueblo
No nos callan ni poniéndono' la rodilla en el cuello
Hip-hop pa' que tenga y pa' que guarde
Se rascan el bigote pero es demasiado tarde
Videla y Massera ya lo pagaron con sangre
911 veces me cago en su yuta madre
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh)
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
FUCK THE POLICE
That shit, bro
Commune 4, pai
Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (plo, plo)
Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
I'm still the same wacho, but now in the fuckin' pod
Now the zombies dance, the cops shoot when they rap
You die from a little unnecessary violence
You lack the right that I learned in primary school
Uh, TR1 in the area
Up on stage I look like a Super Saiyan
The blue lights, the uniform with the Ray Bans
They are the ones who follow me wherever I go, wherever I go
If Thunder says hip
The whole neighborhood says hop
He says hip, they say hop!
He says hip, they say hop!
Fuck the police
Robocop shit
They don't turn off the monoblock their faces of what the fuck?, daddy (plo, plo, plo)
Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh, runnin')
Fuck the country's police, it's coming-min'-min'
Fu-fu-fu-fuck
Fuck the police, fu-fuck the police (hey)
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
They call us black head, everyone knows who we are'
They don't stop us with water, fire, or lead
Oh, shit (officer, I need three patrol cars, there's a party in La Boca), oh, oh
At eleven we have a party and at twelve the wolf comes out
But it's not going to stop us because we are more than that.'
They are not going to catch us because we are more than that'
Ah, this is the fucking town song
They don't shut us up even by putting their knee on our neck
Hip-hop so that I have and so that I keep
They scratch their mustache but it's too late
Videla and Massera have already paid for it with blood
911 times I shit on your motherfucker
Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh)
Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'