Dame Ese Blunt - MC Ceja, Jowell, Randy

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar

Ah, yeah

El jangueo prosigue, tú sabe' que no se acabó

Ahora te encuentras asustado por las armas en tu cara

Esta es la vida de hijo e' puta que nos damo' en Puerto Rico

Te matamo', te cobramo', te dejamos un recibo

Dame la AK o la M16

Pa' que estos puercos sepan quién es el rey

Ya son las doce y hace un frío de

Pero el jangueo no se espera en el green bamboo

Llegamo', el fue a buscar un cigarrillo

Cuando pasamos por el frente de un corillo

Miraron mal, querían inventar

Y adivinen con quien carajo se iban a encontrar

Con el corillo de hijo e' puta

Y de maleante e' Puerto Rico

Ten cuida’o o te acribillo

Con el corillo de hijo e' puta

Y de maleante e' Puerto Rico (plop, plop, plop)

Ten cuida’o o te acribillo

Desde los trece fumando

Quemando la melaza de Mayaguéz pa' Cayey

Con el corillo de hijo e' puta, y de maleante e' Puerto Rico

Halamo' el dedo y te acribillo (plop, plop, plop)

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar (Jowell)

Nos fuimo', qué más se puede hacer

Ahora los perros me quieren coger

Quieren llevarme, me quieren trancar

Y yo pa' dentro e' una patrulla no vuelvo

Toy' guilla’o de loco yo

Ando con lo mío yo

En mi territorio no fumamo

Se quema la mata allá

Prende, dale, vamo' allá

Que el humo de mi phillie tá' pasa’o de la raya, eh

Dale, prende y pasa ese blunt

Qué arrebato cabrón, yeah

Dale, prende y pasa es blunt

Y no seas tan mamón (no seas tan mamón)

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar

Dame ese blunt, yo necesito arrebatarme

Ya son las doce y necesito despertarme

Y go-go, go-go

Saca la bolsa y así no te gusta, que se joda

Esto tiene que pasar

Right

Jowell, Randy Nota Loca

Wuh

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

this has to happen

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

this has to happen

Ah yeah

The jangueo continues, you know it's not over

Now you find yourself scared by the guns in your face

This is the life of a son and a bitch that we give ourselves in Puerto Rico

We kill you, we charge you, we leave you a receipt

Give me the AK or the M16

So that these pigs know who is the king

It's already twelve o'clock and it's freezing cold

But partying is not expected at green bamboo

We arrived ', he went to get a cigarette

When we pass by the front of a group

They looked bad, they wanted to invent

And guess who the fuck they were going to meet

With the corillo of son and 'whore

And of thug and 'Puerto Rico

Be careful or I'll riddle you

With the corillo of son and 'whore

And from thug in Puerto Rico (plop, plop, plop)

Be careful or I'll riddle you

Since I was thirteen smoking

Burning the molasses of Mayaguéz pa' Cayey

With the corillo of son and 'puta, and of thug and' Puerto Rico

I pull' the finger and I riddle you (plop, plop, plop)

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

this has to happen

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

This has to happen (Jowell)

We left', what else can be done

Now the dogs want to catch me

They want to take me, they want to lock me down

And I'm inside a patrol I don't come back

Toy' guilla'o from crazy me

I go with mine

In my territory we do not smoke

It burns the bush there

Turn on, give it, let's go there

That the smoke from my phillie is past the line, huh

Come on, turn on and pass that blunt

What a bastard outburst, yeah

Dale, turn on and pass is blunt

And don't be such a sucker (don't be such a sucker)

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

this has to happen

Gimme that blunt, I need to snatch

It's already twelve o'clock and I need to wake up

And go-go, go-go

Take out the bag and you don't like it like that, fuck it

this has to happen

Right

Jowell, Randy Crazy Note

wow