My dogs bark 'cause the dumbasses broke in (eh)
The dumbasses bark 'cause my dogs broke in (eh)
The balloon's popped, there's no piñata
It already gives him away, tin mansion
I'd rather live with the rats
Than with the owners of all the cats1(eh)
She comes down to open the door for me in a robe, she's tripping, she thinks she has all the data
She's tripping, thinking we'll kissing and she'll super marry
With little poodles all over the patio (ey-yeh-eh)
Bichi, I don't know why you looking at us, that's why I don't film, uh-oh, uh-oh
I fill a bag with Cucumelo and we're going to Brazil, no, uh-oh, uh-oh
I don't want boujees or gringos (uh)
Homies2partying at the casino (uh-ah)
He says I bring on good rythm
I wanna be like Ringo (yeh, yeh)
I got my hands on the controls
Bichi, a one kilogram move up (uh)
He knows I sharpen it (uh)
I dance like Nicolino (uh)
I got my hands on the controls (uh)
Bichi, a one kilogram move up (uh)
Bichi, a one kilogram move up (ah)
Bichi, a one kilogram move up (ah, ah, ay, ay)
I'm the dragon
You got no song
The intern pushed it
Poverty exploded
Homie, I'm here
(yes or no?)
Don't make me mad
If you talk to me, look at me
Whatever you say's not gonna be true
Whatever you say's gonna be shit-it-it-it
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
I get on my cardboard ship
You snitch on everyone from a plane
Now who's the rat?
I get on my cardboard ship
You snitch on everyone from a plane
Now who's the rat?
I count, bitch, I don't wanna know what it says (don't tell me)
I don't know how he can draw so crazy (oh, no)
You better not follow my feet (no, bichi)
Bichi, I don't hear your shit, it's better if you write it down later (yeh)
So run, go tell him
That now we're in the films
We make the world go round
No, no, no, don't trip (no-no-no-no-no-no)
Tell him
That now we're in the films
We make the world go round
No, no, no, don't trip (ah-uh, don't get to-, don't get to-)
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me
Rocas don't get to me (uh, na-na-na-na-na-na, uh)
(uipi)
1. cats, in this case, = bitches2. turros=a friendly (in this case) way of talking about... like... guys who know the streets...? who're usually poor