Señor Oficial - Miky Woodz

D-Note is on the beat

Señor oficial, déjeme cantar mi canción

Señor oficial, déjeme ser como yo soy

Señor oficial, comprenda que usted hizo hace tiempo

El OG, ey;

The Beatllionaire

Las cosa' que yo hago hoy

La Asociación de los 90 Piketes, cabrón

Señor oficial, déjeme cantar mi canción

Señor oficial, déjeme ser como yo soy

Señor oficial, comprenda que usted hizo hace tiempo

Las cosa' que yo hago hoy (Yap), ah

Señor oficial

Buenas, señor oficial, hola, ¿qué tal?

(Hello)

¿Por qué me detiene y ahora el carro quiere rebuscar?

No entiendo (What you say?

Si al día tengo to' mis documento' (Straight up)

¿Será por pauta o será por mi atuendo?

(Eh; what you say?)

¿O es porque soy artista?

Tal vez, pero no ando con Percocet (You know it; no)

Y la corta es el lápiz (¡Lápiz!), que por matar rimas tiene sed (Prr, prr, prr,

prr)

Humildemente trabajando en lo que el pote crece (Yeh-yeh)

Pa' darle a la family lo que merece (Wait; prr, prr, prr, prr; ey, ey)

Lo que yo hago no es un delito, chico (No, no; yeah)

¿Cómo te explico que me busco el peso pa' que esté al día mi chamaquito?

(True)

Las cosa' cambiaron, los delincuentes en Puerto Rico usan corbata

Y con el sueldo del pueblo se hacen más rico (Ajá, ajá; straight up)

¿Tú no ve' o te hace' el ciego?

Ya sé tu intención (Yeah; prr-prr-prr)

Juzgarme por los tatuaje' o por lo que hablo en una canción (Hah; what you say?)

Y está cabrón que ustede' le presten más atención (Hah, ey)

A lo que canto, en vez de estar pendiente a la corrupción (Pss; yeh, yeah)

Como si los artista' fueran los culpable' de to' este desmadre (Hol' up!)

De que los fondo' 'e educación no estén estable' (¿Sabes lo que te digo?)

Soy de los que piensan que después de eso y la salud (Wait)

Lo más que importa es el deporte, bo', pa' la juventud (Ey; hol' up, ey;

pa' que sepa')

Saco el cel' y marco, «ring», llamo al abogado:

«-Licenciado, quieren voltearme, ¿están autorizado'?»

«-'Tá to' clean»

Saquen las KTM Four Track y las Harleys (Ey; yeah)

Que yo ando por San Juan con 100 motora' flow Rey Charlie (Ey; gang, gang)

Miky Woo'

Señor oficial, déjeme cantar mi canción (Yeh, yeah)

Señor oficial, déjame prender un blunt (Prender un blunt)

Yo no le hago daño a nadie y tengo educación (Tengo educación)

Y lo que canto e' lo que me sale del corazón (Yeh, yeah)

Señor oficial, yo también tengo mi derecho (Uh, uh)

Me han da’o 100 multa' y las 100 las pagué (Las pagué; yeh, yeah)

Señor oficial, no le estoy faltando el respeto (No, no)

Yo sólo se la canto como e' (Como e') (Prr, prr, prr; everything real)

Yo canto trap, eso no es na', también soy como un empresario (Uh, uh)

Yo también tengo dinero y pago tax’es a diario (Yes, sir; yeah)

Ya eso es rutinario, me conocen en el dispensario (Hol' up)

Siempre me dan un pasto que no está ni en inventario (Wait; yeh, yeah)

Salgo pa’l estudio a ubicar el pan, me monto en la RAM (You know it;

let’s get it)

No soy fugitivo, pero me siguen los fans (Yeh, yeah)

Esa es la razón por la cual son G5 los cristale', ey (¿Sabes lo que te digo?)

No es porque ande haciendo cosas ilegale' (Ey; wait; yavi-yah)

A lo mejor, andé con pa’l de puta' fumando hookah (Ey; ey, ey)

Señor oficial, no es que le discuta (Gang; ey; yeh-yeh, yeh, yeah)

Pero por allá, en la calle, hay par de hijueputa'

Y usted jodiendo al que la vida disfruta (No entiendo; ¡prrah!)

No creo que sea justo que me juzguen sólo por sus gusto' (Yeh, yeah)

Sembré la semilla y ahora lo que nacen son arbusto' (Son arbusto'; hey!)

Yo sólo soy un producto (Producto)

Más real que ustede', que a vece' salen corrupto' (Ey)

I’m done

Everything real, ey, ey

Miky Woo'

No capeamo' feka, never (No, no)

Feka never (Ey)

Feka never, ey, ey

Feka never

Ammu-Nation, what up?

Feka never, ey, ey

Indicando The Beatllionaire, what up?

Feka never

Feca never

Gold2 Latin Music, nigga

Feka never, ey, ey

La Asociación de los 90 Piketes, cabrón, yeah

Yeah

El OG, ey, ey

D-Note is on the beat

Sir officer, let me sing my song

Mr. officer, let me be as I am

Sir officer, understand that you did a long time ago

The OG, hey;

The Beatllionaire

The things' that I do today

The Association of 90 Piketes, motherfucker

Sir officer, let me sing my song

Mr. officer, let me be as I am

Sir officer, understand that you did a long time ago

The things that I do today (Yap), ah

Mr. Officer

Hello, Mr. Officer, hello, how are you?

(Hello)

Why does it stop me and now the car wants to search?

I don't understand (What you say?

If I have all my documents up to date (Straight up)

Will it be because of the pattern or will it be because of my outfit?

(Eh; what you say?)

Or is it because I'm an artist?

Maybe, but I'm not with Percocet (You know it; no)

And the short one is the pencil (Pencil!), which is thirsty to kill rhymes (Prr, prr, prr,

prr)

Humbly working on what the pot grows (Yeh-yeh)

To give the family what it deserves (Wait; prr, prr, prr, prr; hey, hey)

What I do is not a crime, boy (No, no; yeah)

How do I explain to you that I look for my weight so that my little boy is up to date?

(True)

Things' changed, criminals in Puerto Rico wear ties

And with the salary from the town they get richer (Aha, aha; straight up)

Do you not see' or does he make you' blind?

I already know your intention (Yeah; prr-prr-prr)

Judge me for the tattoos' or for what I speak in a song (Hah; what you say?)

And it's a bastard that you' pay more attention to it (Hah, hey)

To what I sing, instead of being aware of corruption (Pss; yeh, yeah)

As if the artists were to blame for this mess (Hol' up!)

That the funds' 'and education are not stable' (You know what I'm telling you?)

I am one of those who think that after that and health (Wait)

The most important thing is sport, bo', for the youth (Hey; hol' up, hey;

so that you know)

I take out the cel' and mark, «ring», I call the lawyer:

«-Bachelor, they want to turn me over, are they authorized?»

«-'Tá to' clean»

Take out the KTM Four Track and the Harleys (Hey; yeah)

That I walk around San Juan with 100 motora' flow Rey Charlie (Hey; gang, gang)

Miky Woo'

Mr. officer, let me sing my song (Yeh, yeah)

Mister officer, let me light a blunt (Light a blunt)

I don't hurt anyone and I'm educated (I'm educated)

And what I sing is what comes from my heart (Yeh, yeah)

Mr. officer, I also have my right (Uh, uh)

They gave me a 100 fine and I paid the 100 (I paid them; yeh, yeah)

Mr. officer, I'm not disrespecting you (No, no)

I only sing it as e' (Like e') (Prr, prr, prr; everything real)

I sing trap, that's not na', I'm also like a businessman (Uh, uh)

I also have money and I pay taxes on a daily basis (Yes, sir; yeah)

Now that's routine, they know me at the dispensary (Hol' up)

They always give me a grass that is not even in inventory (Wait; yeh, yeah)

I go out to the studio to locate the bread, I get on the RAM (You know it;

let's get it)

I'm not a fugitive, but the fans follow me (Yeh, yeah)

That's the reason why the crystals are G5, hey (You know what I'm telling you?)

It's not because I'm doing illegal things' (Hey; wait; yavi-yah)

Maybe I hung out with pa'l de puta' smoking hookah (Hey; hey, hey)

Mr. officer, it's not that I'm arguing with you (Gang; hey; yeh-yeh, yeh, yeah)

But over there, on the street, there are a couple of motherfuckers

And you screwing the one who enjoys life (I don't understand; prrah!)

I don't think it's fair that they judge me only by their taste' (Yeh, yeah)

I sowed the seed and now what is born is a bush' (They are a bush'; hey!)

I'm just a product (Product)

More real than you', that sometimes' come out corrupt' (Hey)

I'm done

Everything real, hey, hey

Miky Woo'

No capeamo' feka, never (No, no)

Feka never (Hey)

Feka never, hey, hey

feka never

Ammu-Nation, what up?

Feka never, hey, hey

Indicating The Beatllionaire, what up?

feka never

feca never

Gold2 Latin Music, nigga

Feka never, hey, hey

The 90's Piketes Association, motherfucker, yeah

yeah

The OG, hey, hey