La Báscula (feat. Dee, Fntxy, Muelas De Gallo, Narck, Phul King Fu, Seven, Tocadiscos Trez & Yoga Fire)

Stop right there, good evening
What you got in the bag, is it weed?

That car with tinted windows (tinted windows)
That's parked outside my house (my house)
Honestly, it's been there for days (for days)
The other day (eh) I felt like it was following me (skrr-skrr)
I'm sure they're cops
I can tell by their vibe and they smell like a butcher shop
They've got my line tapped
They have addresses of warehouses and family

All the time caught up in the crack
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
The goods better be on time and in the right place
By land, by air, by boat or by sea
It's charged by weight, by time, by risk
One wrong move and they blow your brains out (rra)
Yeah, it's about not getting locked up
Making the cash, moving the cheese

I know how to grind kilos to keep them
That get transported across seas and skies
All for getting back to the hood
And if they catch you, use the ice law
So don’t get tied up, don’t get tied up
You still won’t get out even if you pay your ransom (uh-huh)
With the kilos on the yacht
The cops behind me and I'm lighting up another blunt

These aren’t Cubans but they cross in peace
Saguaro tea and cinnamon filled with grease
The white and the brown never complain at home
They’re out on the street, strolling through the plaza
Sometimes in the blood, other times in the bag
I’m filling up a stash, little by little
Watch out with the route, if it’s not yours, don’t touch it
Remember, every dollar comes from blood and coke

There’s a big rat dressed in blue
With millions hidden in a coffin
Watching you at night, thinking it’s you
Who’s moving the cash and has the light
Its golden claws want to take you down
On a little bike patrolling the crack
With bloodshot eyes hungry for more
It strips you of everything in the name of peace

Bro, let me tell you mine
I was just lighting up and the cops showed up
What could I do, there were two hungry pigs
Oink, I gave them four of five hundred
They left happy, I stayed burning (what?)
I finished my joint and smiled thinking
Ha, they wanted to leave me barefoot (hahaha)
And they never realized the money was fake

Hey, here comes one, there goes another
Hide your stuff now and shut your mouth
Everyone knows you can’t go against me
Because yeah, we’ve got issues, but it’s not our turn now
So chill, don’t act crazy, chill
Let’s leave the little gun in the parking
We all run out and hope they find nothing (no)
I don’t give away my stuff for free, bitch

What these fools don’t know is I got a bro
They call him Federico and he’s gonna bail me out
But just in case I stay inside, the one to take my place
Is a kid who knows how to grow and knows how to cross
With glasses, die, rats
See you later, peace, potatoes
Do what you want, but you won’t catch me
I get lost in the smoke of the whole trap

The stoners laugh at nothing
Because they look like stoners
Because you’re a stoner and stoners also do cocaine