Polen - Cráneo, Lasser, Wun Two

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el—

Mientras mi colega se hace un polen, pienso:

«Llevo to' este tiempo con los mismos pantalones»

Hice una lista con sus muchas decepciones

Con trucos a las pruebas que ella misma me pone

Combino los colores pa' que esto te mole

Para que me lleves en tus cascos cuando vas al cole

Mis colegas eran frikis, no los abusones

Y ahora tipo listo entre depredadores

Cuando follamos en el barrio nacen flores

Cuando conduzco te lanzo caparazones

No puedes convencerme si no tienes razones (Qué va)

Si te haces el muerto puede que te devore

Tú buscabas un culpable, pero esto no es el Cluedo

Escupo el chicle y lo pateo sin que toque el suelo

Con mi sello de plata y un abrigo de pelo

Si te metes con los míos, nos batimos en duelo

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el—

La invito a mi nave, pero solo un rato

Porque ya no me ato ni los zapatos

No me preocupo si parto un plato

Ahora respiro solo, como mi gato

Me ven diferente a los demás

Piso cucarachas, como en Men In Black, oye

Quiero salir, pero vuelvo a entrar

No quiero que me vengan a salvar (Oye, oye)

Si quedas con otros, por mí genial

Lady, yo no he venido a pelear

Escucho Jamaica, escucho Trap

Invento galaxias desde el sofá

Me miran tus panas con cara rara

Porque en las pupilas llevo dos mándalas

Estoy trabajando en mis nuevas alas

Pa' salir volando por esa ventana

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis (Yes)

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty (Booty!)

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis

Miro de reojo sus Levi’s

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el (Booty!)

Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami

Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami

Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mami

Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami

I wash my dishes, I record my movies

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the booty

I wash my dishes, I record my movies

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the—

While my colleague is doing a pollen, I think:

"I've been wearing the same pants all this time"

I made a list of your many disappointments

With tricks to the tests that she puts on me

I combine the colors so that this is cool for you

So that you take me in your helmets when you go to school

My colleagues were geeks, not bullies

And now smart guy among predators

When we fuck in the neighborhood flowers are born

When I drive I throw shells at you

You can't convince me if you don't have reasons (No way)

If you play dead, it may devour you

You were looking for a culprit, but this is not Cluedo

I spit out the gum and kick it without it touching the ground

With my silver seal and a fur coat

If you mess with mine, we duel

I wash my dishes, I record my movies

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the booty

I wash my dishes, I record my movies

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the—

I invite her to my ship, but only for a while

Because I don't even tie my shoes anymore

I don't care if I break a plate

Now I breathe alone, like my cat

They see me different from others

I floor cockroaches, like in Men In Black, hey

I want to go out, but I go back in

I don't want them to come save me (Hey, hey)

If you hang out with others, great for me

Lady, I have not come to fight

I listen to Jamaica, I listen to Trap

I invent galaxies from the sofa

Your friends look at me with a strange face

Because in my pupils I have two mandalas

I'm working on my new wings

To fly out of that window

I wash my dishes, I record my movies (Yes)

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the booty (Booty!)

I wash my dishes, I record my movies

I glance at his Levi's

Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy

With my rhythm they all move the (Booty!)

Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy

Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy

Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mommy

Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy