Last Don - Agua Negra, Cousin Feo

Acá antes de robarte la cartera te vuelan la cabeza

Te asaltan por joyas en la maleta

Te matan con delicadeza

Silenciadores salen si no respetas la ley de Omerta

Reza que la balas no discriminan

En la selva salvajes no hablan, te vigilan

Pendiente que están con tu mina en la piscina

Llegan armado como una milicia en una misa

Que desgracia, controlo con elegancia

Como una farmacia les calmo todas las ansias

No tienen gracias, sólo dicen falacias

Yo callado que sé de venganza y diplomacia

Maquiavélico de los más auténticos

Mensaje profético, poderes esotéricos

Algo épico con mi ejercito de Chile a México

En emboscada te achuntan del teleféricos

Detrás el gobernador

El que siempre pasa a la acción

Valiente en el corazón

Le dicen el patrón

Mercadería en el avión

Bolsas en el camión

Plantación en el galpón

El mothafuckin' last Don

Mira niño, quédate tranquilo

I got this shit wrapped like a kilo straight from mi primo

El más fino, that pan frío, that cold cash

Still float a verse from the notepad

Converse like the phone’s tapped with known facts

Chillin' with cold cats, blown stacks, flippin' the format

Nautica jacket up on the coat rack

Flow potent, opponents foldin' like roadmaps with no road back

Soul clapped all over coke rap

The twelve pack got me loaded like chrome straps

That’s word to Zapata, just need the herb and la plata

Was servin' work at the cancha

Was never nervous in chanclas, the purplest ganjas

Homie got the turf on his panza

Said he feel cursed servin' all this work to his raza

So you get close, you can get burned by the plancha

You know, murked in the dirt with a shirt full of manchas, motherfuckas

Detrás el gobernador

El que siempre pasa a la acción

Valiente en el corazón

Le dicen el patrón

Mercadería en el avión

Bolsas en el camión

Plantación en el galpón

El mothafuckin' last Don

Esto es musica de Babalawo Elegua y Oshun

Me fumo un cubano amargo con el rosario azul

Ahora aguanta un trago de agua ardiente colombiana

Mezcla’o como un poco de mamaguana y marijuana

La noche cae y tu alma está a la venta

Si no tienes mi quarto, mi merca ya te revientan

El que tenga tienda que la atienda y lo entienda

Si quieres más manteca, cara te saldrá la cuenta

Los precios suben y el tiempo de vida baja

La cabeza en las nubes, tres kilos en la balanza

Los malandros se lucen estrenando nuevas akas

La 47 mata y la glock los desbarata

Muerte pa' las ratas, los arropamos con la manta

Mucho nebuleo y capeo y caras cortadas

Esto se puso feo, los perros, muerden no ladran

Se suben la barda para robarte tu alma

Detrás el gobernador

El que siempre pasa a la acción

Valiente en el corazón

Le dicen el patrón

Mercadería en el avión

Bolsas en el camión

Plantación en el galpón

El mothafuckin' last Don

Here before they steal your wallet they blow your head off

You get mugged for jewelry in your suitcase

They kill you gently

Silencers come out if you don't respect Omerta's law

Pray bullets don't discriminate

In the jungle, savages don't speak, they watch you

Pending that they are with your mine in the pool

They arrive armed like a militia at a mass

What a disgrace, I control with elegance

Like a pharmacy I calm all their cravings

They have no graces, they only say fallacies

I silent that I know about revenge and diplomacy

Machiavellian of the most authentic

Prophetic message, esoteric powers

Something epic with my army from Chile to Mexico

In ambush they shoot you from the cable cars

behind the governor

The one who always takes action

brave at heart

They tell the boss

Merchandise on the plane

bags on the truck

Planting in the shed

The mothafuckin' last Don

Look boy, stay calm

I got this shit wrapped like a kilo straight from my cousin

The finest, that cold pan, that cold cash

Still float a verse from the notepad

Converse like the phone's tapped with known facts

Chillin' with cold cats, blown stacks, flippin' the format

Nautica jacket up on the coat rack

Flow potent, opponents foldin' like roadmaps with no road back

Soul clapped all over coke rap

The twelve pack got me loaded like chrome straps

That's word to Zapata, just need the herb and the silver

Was servin' work at the court

Was never nervous in chanclas, the purplest ganjas

Homie got the turf on his belly

Said he felt cursed servin' all this work to his race

So you get close, you can get burned by the iron

You know, murked in the dirt with a shirt full of stains, motherfuckas

behind the governor

The one who always takes action

brave at heart

They tell the boss

Merchandise on the plane

bags on the truck

Planting in the shed

The mothafuckin' last Don

This is music of Babalawo Elegua and Oshun

I smoke a bitter cuban with the blue rosary

Now hold a drink of hot Colombian water

Mix'or like a little mamaguana and marijuana

Night falls and your soul is for sale

If you don't have my room, my merchandise will blow you up

Whoever has a store that attends and understands it

If you want more butter, the bill will be expensive

Prices go up and life time goes down

Head in the clouds, three kilos on the scale

The thugs shine by premiering new akas

The 47 kills and the glock breaks 'em down

Death for the rats, we cover them with the blanket

Lots of fogging and weathering and cut faces

This got ugly, dogs bite not bark

They climb the fence to steal your soul

behind the governor

The one who always takes action

brave at heart

They tell the boss

Merchandise on the plane

bags on the truck

Planting in the shed

The mothafuckin' last Don