El Loquerón (feat. Tiro Loko & Yayo)

Usually, they're drugged people, that's proven

Cocaine, marijuana, I'm heading to Tijuana
From there, I'll cross to the States for some California weed
Pure Colombian flu, pills in the morning
And for the hangover, a bottle of champagne
Drunk all week long

I bring all the flavors from the ice cream shop
Feeling high, no one can beat me
I have lemon, fruit, nut, and banana
Indica, sativa, Xanax, Valium, mescaline

MDMA to release serotonin
Just LSD to see if it makes me hallucinate
And a joint with cocaine

I'm on the plane again
Blowing a lot of smoke, feeling dizzy
The booze ready in the corner
The coke on the plate, what a big talker

On the plane again, smoking a lot of weed
Hey, pass me that ball to light up the joint, discreetly
We lack nothing here, we have high stacks
With my buddy Balta, pure white California

We have money to spare, you know, honey
With the homies, all set like Tony
Crazy for Mary, I smoke more than a Rastafarian
Mami, ready for the party, this will be a safari

Like the [?], I'm your daddy, move that booty
You know I love how you dance Cali style
24/7 all Illuminati
More flashy than Pati

I'm on the plane again
Blowing a lot of smoke, feeling dizzy
The booze ready in the corner
The coke on the plate, what a big talker

Dear neighbor friend, I inform you right away
That the boss already knows I smoke and snort powder
Going crazy, out of control
Three days of partying, I can't control myself

I'm with pure gangsters caught up in the madness
I prefer the blonde, let her do as she pleases
Always drinking, snorting without stopping
The cooler is full, Balta will be here in twenty

No one expected it, the new era has arrived
If I run into a girl, I wasn't messing around
I always handle the good stuff, thug, weed, and coke
You know who's the craziest

I'm on the plane again
Blowing a lot of smoke, feeling dizzy
The booze ready in the corner
The coke on the plate, what a big talker