Stop (feat. ApacheLa)

Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!

Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!

To the right, before good afternoon
I immediately notice that his education is poor.
Before I speak he asks me for identification
With an ugly expression looking at my colored corduroy and my tattoos

I tell him: I don't think I'll get off.
I know my rights well even if I don't wear a suit'
So watch my identity but remember you can't hold it
While I think: This guy is a shit eater

He tells me he doesn't give a damn
Inventing laws says: Get out of the vehicle
Ridiculous, I repeat that I know my rights while I think
You are a criminal with a badge on your chest

I hate him, he says he should give it to the soft drinks
Or he's going to plant substances on me since I don't look like a businessman.
I tell him that we are from the neighborhood like him
But he believes the law when he is an official

Then I notice that it is the same as talking to crazy people
He doesn't listen... A lot of plaque but little coconut
Another guard arrives to feel more like a man
But in reality now they are twice as ignorant

They can't tolerate people not doing what they want.
And they threaten like a good brute when he gets desperate
(And while abuse reigns in this scene, watch)
Trucks with weapons and drugs pass by in pears

The officers know it, but they fill themselves with money
While they beat people like Apa and Canserbero
I know there are exceptions, but
If there is any honest policeman here, let him throw the stone first, because

Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!

Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!

If you saw them, when they see us they all go crazy
They peel their eyes like an owl and, Bang!, they lose focus
They review, they search us, they ask about a little bit of everything
For example: The mountain? (We carry it in the)

What do you do? We are rap music singers
And where do they live? "He in Maracay and I here in Caracas
And where are they going? 'Let's go' to the studio to record
If we see them again, we will stop them again

They don't even have to get into the car with their flashlight and lights.
They will never realize where I put them (no)
They treat us badly, and in front of everyone they show off
That's why they are labeled losers here.

Get out the radio and the handcuffs, if you want, radio me
Give me a hard time, paco, okay, racket me
Lacréate, (go), with your companions matraquéame
(But before taking at least the rights read me)

They are worse than inopportune blackouts
With a face that hasn't even been shown at breakfast
Bad vibe that stops us, (stops) to always screw it up
(To cut it off), to frustrate it (They pay for their hatred with one)

'The bugs were all bitten because they couldn't find anything
We didn't even give them enough money, they couldn't beat us
Now everything has been said, we are not going to complicate things
Call these crazy people, and now we are going to get it

Open the sunroof because I can't hear the wiu wiu anymore
Let's continue going around more than the guru himself
On the green paths, to confuse your uncles
If we see a lady passing by, we shout: Fiu-fiu
Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!

Stop! Stop! The wiu-wiu says
ALERT! Mine hides the grass
Pending 'they want money
They do not protect the ghetto; They are the underworld in uniform!