El Compa Ramiro - Aleman

Ey, oh shit

Hey, what the fuck?

Fuckin' asshole

¿Dónde está mi pinche dinero?

Vete a la verga

'Tás bien pendejo, ¿me estabas hablando mierda, verdad?

Hey, a mí nadie me trae de la verga güey, chale

Where the fuck is my money?

I’m calling the cops on your fucking ass

Vas a valer verga

(«Le voy a marcar a la chota, van a ver»)

(«Le voy a marcar a la chota»)

Cállate a la verga, cállate a la verga

Ey, cálmate a la verga, pues

Ya amaneció, está jodiendo mi vecino

Que es que huele mucho a mota, que va a hablarle a los marinos

Que le va a hablar a la chota, si quiere háblele a sus primos

Me pela la vergota, no importa, lo exigimos

Quisimos salir del hoyo, nos hicimos conocidos

Viajamos, sólo fluimos, fumamos, sólo reímos

Le chingo en domingo pingo, con mi flow flamingo

Fla fle, Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Wacha bien acá, con los AKs

Y en las bocinas truena Heltah Skeltah

Ahora llegan de a dos pa' proteger el business

Un carro adelante y otro atrás con AR-15

Esto te lo dije, más drogado que el Minse

Moverás el cuello tan duro que te harás un esguince

Mamacita princess, pon cemento al tabique

Vamos construyendo un palacio, ¿sí o qué?

Lo que ya fue, ya fue pero bien 'má no peleé

Porque están dejando muchos cadáveres

Se mueve mucha nieve y esto no es el Everest

Todo el año hay mucha nieve, mucho frío en los pies

Botellita de Jerez, de que lloren en tu casa a que lloren en la mía

Yo mismo te mataba, te estuvo de por medio, ya no estaba

Le perdonaron la vida como un arma que se traba

Si la mota se acaba le marcamos a la moto

Tanto alboroto que hasta ya hablé de más

Muertos por drogas, de El Cabo, San José y La Paz

Ah, escupo la verdad, dinero fácil se va

Terminas en ataúd o en el centro de salud

Te matan el mood, I don’t fuck with you, huh

Caminando por mi ba-

-Camos a la moto

Sie-Si-Sie-Siempre es peligro

Afuera está caliente

Six-feet deep is where you sleep

-Ca-ca-camos

-Ca-ca-camos a-a-a la moto

Hey oh shit

Hey, what the fuck?

Fuckin' asshole

Where is my fucking money?

go to hell

'You're fine asshole, you were talking shit to me, right?

Hey, nobody brings me the dick dude, man

Where the fuck is my money?

I'm calling the cops on your fucking ass

you're going to be worth dick

("I'm going to mark the chota, they're going to see")

("I'm going to mark the chota")

Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up

Hey, calm the fuck down, well

It's already dawn, he's fucking my neighbor

That it is that he smells a lot of weed, that he is going to talk to the sailors

That he is going to talk to the chota, if he wants to talk to his cousins

It peels my dick, it doesn't matter, we demand it

We wanted to get out of the hole, we became known

We ride, we just flow, we smoke, we just laugh

I fuck him on Sunday pingo, with my flow flamingo

Flafle, Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Wacha well here, with the AKs

And in the loudspeakers thunders Heltah Skeltah

Now they arrive in pairs to protect the business

One car in front and one in back with AR-15

I told you this, higher than the Minse

You will move your neck so hard that you will sprain yourself

Mamacita princess, put cement on the septum

We are building a palace, yes or what?

What already was, already was, but well, I didn't fight

Because they are leaving many corpses

A lot of snow moves and this is not Everest

All year round there is a lot of snow, very cold feet

Little bottle of sherry, from crying at your house to crying at mine

I myself killed you, I was in your way, I was no longer

They spared his life like a weapon that locks

If the speck runs out we mark the motorcycle

So much fuss that I even talked about more

Deaths by drugs, from El Cabo, San José and La Paz

Ah, I spit the truth, easy money gone

You end up in a coffin or in the health center

They kill your mood, I don't fuck with you, huh

Walking by my ba-

-We go to the motorcycle

Sie-Si-Sie-It's always danger

it's hot outside

Six-feet deep is where you sleep

-ca-ca-camos

-Ca-ca-camos to-to-to the motorcycle