El OG - Miky Woodz

Terricolas on the beat

El OG the album

Yeh

Ey;

ey, ey, ey

'Taba en escasé' y ahora tengo de má'

Skr, what you say (let's get it)

Lo malo no me cae atrá'

Preguntan por qué y digo «Por no estar pendiente a lo' demá'»

A mí no me hablen de puta' ni de fama (no no)

Mejor dime cuánto chavo' yo me voa' buscar esta semana (yeah yeah)

La fama hoy está aquí, puede que no esté mañana

Y a la' puta' le' meto un ratito y despué' se la' paso al pana

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey, ey

El OG (me convertí en to' lo que quise, lo que quise)

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey, ey

El OG (no no' mezclamo' con lo' grise', con lo' grise')

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey (money over bitche')

El OG

Trabajé, nunca mamé (nunca mamé)

Roncarme, no way

No soy de la, pero soy tigre como lo' de Licey (you know it)

Date un break, suelta la película 'e Scarface (yeah)

Que el Fly, primero que Jordan, lo hizo Dr. J (you know it)

Every day

Tú los ves y juran que son Snickers y los hijueputas no llegan ni a Milky Way,

uh (fuck you nigga)

Cabrones, no hablen mierda 'e mí

Que ya mismo estoy en un penthouse y no veo ningún hater desde aquí

Las de ayer te dio el release (yeh yeh)

A los falsos, le doy delete

Peliculeros en mi ganga, no entran ni con ID

Me engancho unas Balenciagas pa' to’as las reunione'

Dime quien se opone, sí

Millonaria son to’as mis conecciones, ey ey

Nací pa' ser la estrella escribiendo punchline

Si tu flow fuera un banco, tus tarjetas dan decline

Miky Woodz (you feel me?)

Ey;

ey, ey, ey

'Taba en escasé' y ahora tengo de má'

Skr, what you say (let's get it)

Lo malo no me cae atrá'

Preguntan por qué y digo «Por no estar pendiente a lo' demá'»

A mí no me hablen de puta' ni de fama (no no)

Mejor dime cuánto chavo' yo me voa' buscar esta semana (yeah yeah)

La fama hoy está aquí, puede que no esté mañana

Y a la' puta' le' meto un ratito y despué' se la' paso al pana

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey, ey

El OG (me convertí en to' lo que quise, lo que quise)

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey, ey

El OG (no no' mezclamo' con lo' grise', con lo' grise')

El OG, el OG, el OG, ey (money over bitche')

El OG

Trabajé, nunca mamé (nunca mamé)

Roncarme, no way

No soy de la, pero soy tigre como lo' de Licey (you know it)

No me copmaren, como yo no existe niguno (ninguno)

Nobody like me, (me, nobody)

Problemas, homb’e no

Pero el último que trató 'e jugar con fuego se quemó

Los OG, aquí nosotro' no capeamo' feca, nigga (los OG)

Invicto cabrón, pero rapeando, ni se diga

Aquí to’s trabajamo' en equipo flow las hormigas

Pa' seguir buscándonos el peso hasta que Dios nos diga (no es así de sencillo,

ven hazlo tú)

No es la ropa, es el piquete, men

¿Frontearme quién?

what?

Si me clavo a Barbie le mata a Ken

Tu flow 'tá pa' tiempo 'e los parties en Arena Pier 10 (you know my name)

No vo’a darte los do' en la Polo feca Philip Plein (prr)

El Og, ey

I’m done

El OG the album

OG gang, gang gang

Miky Woodz

La Asociación de los 90 Piketes, cabrón

No capeamos feca never

Pichyboyz, Skaary, what up?

Gold2 Latin Music, nigga

Terricolas on the beat

The OG the album

Yeh

Hey;

Hey Hey hey

'I was in short supply' and now I have more'

Skr, what you say (let's get it)

The bad does not fall behind me

They ask why and I say «For not paying attention to the 'other'"

Don't talk to me about a bitch or about fame (no no)

Better tell me how much guy I'm going to look for this week (yeah yeah)

Fame is here today, it may not be tomorrow

And I put the 'whore' for a little while and then 'I pass it on to the corduroy

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey, hey

The OG (I became everything I wanted, what I wanted)

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey, hey

The OG (we don't 'mix' with the 'grise', with the 'grise')

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey (money over bitche')

the OG

I worked, I never sucked (I never sucked)

Snoring, no way

I'm not from her, but I'm a tiger like Licey's (you know it)

Take a break, drop the movie 'e Scarface (yeah)

That the Fly, before Jordan, was made by Dr. J (you know it)

Cada dia

You see them and swear they're Snickers and the motherfuckers don't even make it to Milky Way,

uh (fuck you nigga)

Bastards, don't talk shit 'and me

That right now I'm in a penthouse and I don't see any haters from here

The ones from yesterday gave you the release (yeh yeh)

To the false ones, I give delete

Peliculeros in my gang, they don't even enter with ID

I wear some Balenciagas for all the meetings

Tell me who opposes, yeah

Millionaire are all my connections, hey hey

I was born to be the star writing punchline

If your flow were a bank, your cards decline

Miky Woodz (you feel me?)

Hey;

Hey Hey hey

'I was in short supply' and now I have more'

Skr, what you say (let's get it)

The bad does not fall behind me

They ask why and I say «For not paying attention to the 'other'"

Don't talk to me about a bitch or about fame (no no)

Better tell me how much guy I'm going to look for this week (yeah yeah)

Fame is here today, it may not be tomorrow

And I put the 'whore' for a little while and then 'I pass it on to the corduroy

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey, hey

The OG (I became everything I wanted, what I wanted)

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey, hey

The OG (we don't 'mix' with the 'grise', with the 'grise')

The OG, the OG, the OG, hey (money over bitche')

the OG

I worked, I never sucked (I never sucked)

Snoring, no way

I'm not from her, but I'm a tiger like Licey's (you know it)

Do not copy me, like me there is no one (none)

Nobody like me, (me, nobody)

Problems, man no

But the last one who tried to play with fire got burned

The OGs, here we're not capeamo' feca, nigga (the OGs)

Undefeated bastard, but rapping, don't even say it

Here we all work as a team flow the ants

To keep looking for the weight until God tells us (it's not that simple,

come do it yourself)

It's not the clothes, it's the picket, man

Front me who?

que?

If I nail Barbie, she kills Ken

Your flow is for the time of the parties at Arena Pier 10 (you know my name)

I'm not going to give you the do' in the Polo feca Philip Plein (prr)

The Og, hey

I'm done

The OG the album

OG gang, gang gang

Miky Woodz

The Association of 90 Piketes, motherfucker

We do not weather feca never

Pichyboyz, Skaary, what up?

Gold2 Latin Music, nigga