Categoría 5

Yo', chek it-chek it-chek it out
Ah, chek it-chek it-chek it out, yo'

Thick chain dog, I have the corner marked
I'm a fighting pitbull, killer jaw
I am the chef, the best in the kitchen
To hell with your beef, I like jerky
Another big bang, placid nose, there goes the shame
You are not a gang member, your plaque is false
Your style is not even relevant, you little asshole
I'm the fucking boss, I'm never late
I draw my own line, for me this is a clown
With this verse I will kill two birds with one blow
A hug, my deepest condolences
And if this bothers you, kiss me my little ass
Come on in, sit back and relax
And when this song ends then kill yourself
As they say in Colombia, do it
And if you go to heaven, God greet me
Once the dog is dead, the rage is over
They talk about their asses outside and talk a lot of talk
They call me German, they already know the alias
Ask your bitches about me, several of them know me

Yeh, one time for 'lemán
Hey, Homegrown Mafia doing it fine
Doing it right, doing the best
What's up?, baisa, hey, ha
Wacha, hey

Cough, cough and cough and cough
Purely good tap that tastes tasty
It will be a beautiful moment when you are in the well
And then I'll turn on another stinky good
I'm naughty, I confess, I say it and I stand by it
I'm the dick and put a condom on me and I'm coming
I don't know if we are understanding each other
I don't hang out with a rat and I don't sell myself
I walk down the street and get to know the world
Forge of those who make you laugh and let's go laughing
Meanwhile I stay real
And I thank God for the great family I have, bitch!

Wow, ow, wow! I want more tequila! (German)
What did they say? (Heyow man)
Hey Trez!