Po Po Po

I feel sorry for that dude
Because she saw that I'm cool
For this chorus, she's watching
I don't go around acting all lovey-dovey
But if she comes at me fast, I'll hit her with the hammer

At night we look for her
Moving the stuff in a 15, calibrating
A gangster can't be hesitating too much
Because they might be locating me

And they do this to me
Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying
And they do this to me
Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying (ah, ha, ha, ha!)

W40 to grease the .40
So it doesn't misfire when I hammer you
The women who hammer, don't jam on me
I give them all so they don't jam on me

I'm the little thing, but I'm also a bad guy
I have my past and the thugs are clear
I was down, but now I'm more expensive
And the rooms are done, nothing else to look for

But don't compute to take what's mine
I grab those antennas and send them all broken
Even if they're mine, and they say I sold them
I leave them crushed so you're not a motherf*****
And I do this to you (Breyco!)

Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying
And they do this to me
Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying

Oh, look at those big shots
Dancing to the kitipone rhythm
A Jamaican player, a bat to hit the high
And a girl who shows up

When the monkeys stop late at night
Don't snore, they pass them two hundred
A buddy in the fridge for a failed mission
Mom, pray for me, you know I'm doing my thing
The corner contaminates me
Learning from the thugs how to walk
The walkie-talkie on one side and the other moving the flour

And they do this to me
Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying
And they do this to me
Po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po
Oh, he died, and my mom crying

I'm not going to die like this
Flow 28, The Only Drug That Feeds
Ghetto rap
Ah! Breyco!
Breyco In Producidera
Ha, ha, ah

Bulin 47!
Oh, the little thing
Tell me, OmLee
Yeffri Graph, for the videos
Gotera Records
Dj Tarvia on the controls
Juanjo, detonate it
Flow Cabra

Cartier
Verbo Flow, the one who doesn't abandon
The thugs are mine in all the blocks
Daury Fresh
Mercedes!
My goodness, my mom

Erin La Cunita
Solano 13, the kid from the Yankees
Riky Monaco
Cancillero, let's light up the blunts
By the power of Brey, ha, ha!, Ah