Oregano (feat. Tirri La Roca)

Hit it gently, buddy
We who come from below have no brakes, huh
Fearless of success, hahaha
It's Tirri, huh
DJ Alex

I have oregano around my neck
I'm saving up for the Murcielago
I'm hanging it like a Banshee in the dunes
I bring her flowers but they're not petal ones
For the hurt, Adermicina, also Dermaglós

Shake it, mommy, shake it
I'm from the street, I told you, don't doubt it
I went to your house and the blue ones stopped me
This sounds in the neighborhood, if they don't like it, they can move

Shake it, mommy, shake it
I'm from the street, I told you, don't doubt it
I went to your house and the blue ones stopped me
This sounds in the neighborhood, if they don't like it, they can move

The night is long and life is short
And like Randy, I'm looking for the note
I have your Guaynaa, bouncing, bouncing
And the horn explodes like the hurt one

I got ready for work and I'm at full throttle
We who come from below have no brakes
Like Ze Pequeño and his henchmen, don't mess with me
Otherwise, dude, they'll get burned and I'll burn them

Everyone down below, breaking the floor as they turn around
I cut in, damn it, they run like athletes
They act tough, they act like mafia, but they're fake
But they're fake

She likes bandits and if they're tough, even better
Tonight she came with me to burn a flower
Red eyes, the note in Hong Kong
Your style is fake and mine is better

Listen to their lyrics, they're imitation
Pure Argentine blood, man, from the countryside
I hang out on the corner with a Termidor
You're a clown, full of pain

I don't form bonds with traitors
Like the 12 Disciples
Step aside for me to step in
I came for the title