96ERS - HOKE

Yo, Brian Bo, solito por la ciudad

Porrito de hash, polito de Ralph

Los tengo otra vez detrás, watching my back

Esos cerdos tienen sus ojos en mí, como Pac

No llega al mes pero es for real

True shit, na' de corte

Hoodie XL, Tela tactel

Conseguir la crema, ése es el deporte

Ice de Los Ángeles y whiskhy del norte

Luces y cruces, como en el closet

Hablado morse, sacando las barras de los bloques

Tú encuentra dónde y ponte

Veo la vida en callejones like nombres debajo de nombres

A mí mi jefe ni me saluda a esa altura y no sé lo que se

Factura en jefatura, pero me la suda.

(Eyo)

No tengas dudas: si baja a la calle se la dejan pura

Si sube al despacho no es como esas putas

De la huerta hasta el puerto, de Patraix hasta el Cedro

De las pistas al centro, de Torrefi hasta el pueblo.(Yes yo)

Maratones en metro

Callejones y tornos, esperando el momento

Por si vienen los cops miran de derecha a izquierda

Parece el Roland Garros, tos' vestidos de Lacoste (Low cost)

Siguen escuchando, no rezando a Dios

Me, Brian Bo, alone in the city

Hash joint, Ralph's joint

I have them behind again, watching my back

Those pigs got their eyes on me, like Pac

It does not reach the month but it is for real

True shit, na' cut

Hoodie XL, Tactel fabric

Getting the cream, that's the sport

Los Angeles ice and northern whiskey

Lights and crosses, like in the closet

Spoken morse, pulling the bars out of the blocks

You find where and put yourself

I see life in alleys like names under names

My boss doesn't even greet me at that point and I don't know what I know

Invoice at headquarters, but I sweat it.

(Eyo)

Do not have doubts: if it goes down to the street they leave it pure

If he goes up to the office he is not like those whores

From the orchard to the port, from Patraix to the Cedro

From the slopes to the center, from Torrefi to the town. (Yes me)

subway marathons

Alleys and turnstiles, waiting for the moment

In case the cops come, they look from right to left

It looks like Roland Garros, all dressed in Lacoste (Low cost)

They keep listening, not praying to God