OREGANO (feat. Tirri La Roca, Callejero Fino, Salas, Blunted Vato, Gusty DJ)

Ey, DJ Alex
This is the remix
(With a lot of rhythm and flavor), Gusty DJ for you
Anyone who starts a war with me will want to kill themselves
Like Blunted Vato, goes without a Superman cape
I'm not Sala', but I'll still hang you like a Titan
I'm not Calle, but with me, they go backwards

The night is for the remix, a couple of babes
A good joint, the music, a Mary Jane
The guys all hyped up, hanging out like a Tornado
We're all hood but we're valued

I'm the most thug, oh, oh, oh-oh
I'm the one who hangs, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
The best of the best has arrived, we're all-terrain
Those of us who come from below have no brakes
Around my neck, I have oregano
Like Banshee in the dunes, I mount you and we see each other

Shake it, mommy, shake it
Shake it, mommy, shake it
Shake it, mommy, shake it
Because I'm from the streets, I told you, don't doubt it (Blunted Boy)

I'm moving kilos, not from Cuba
Talk to me about money and business, not drama
Spreading terror, poisoning the rats
I'm with Tirri in the red, in a Dakar

You all ain't my buddies, I don't know you
In the ride with a couple of monsters
They grab you by the head, activating like foxes
(Go all the way down, mommy, while I roll it up, yeah)

I came from the bottom, I don't buy it
With my slang, I throw it to the ground, no nonsense
Don't sell it that you're the coolest, because I know you're a fool
I'm not Bad Bunny, but I'm at my peak

Around my neck, I have oregano
On my feet, I wear Jordans and on my back, Maradona's
All of you are drones, they call me: Tirri, kill him
So they get off the high horse, the .40 and Kaponi with the clip

(Listen up
For the hood kisses and for the fools, bursts of fire, thug)
My boys chopping oregano, your girl reacted
It seems she likes hood guys, but like me
Not a loser like you, who are all talk
You didn't even have a pair, you don't have any action
And I have over a million, under the mattress

And I hadn't even started singing, always on a mission
You're going to learn to count, I'm going to give you a lot
To you and your crew for jumping for a mouse
And in the streets, everyone knows my name
I came to separate the boys from the men

If you see me face to face, don't be surprised
I'll come down to your neighborhood, jam and give it a name
And whoever messes with the mafia, knows they're in trouble
And with the fools, by force, also with the gifted ones
I tighten the noose on the hat, leave everything cut
These cats are all talk, they're all squared up

Shake it, mommy, shake it
Shake it, mommy, shake it
Shake it, mommy, shake it
Because I'm from the streets, I told you, don't doubt it

My babe, doesn't deal with fake guys with boots
And whoever thinks he's tough, better handle the anger
It explodes, mine is a different league and it shows
Ask: Who's from the streets? Tirri La Roca

My buddy cuts you, he's not short
None of you cut it short
There are forty on top of a beat and none of you nail it
And if I keep going like this, I'll end up taking the cup

We front because we want to, in the neighborhood, we all have it
Don't get confused by how we do it, this flow comes out really good
For the sore, Ibuprofen, you know we go hard here
For the rats, I have poison, those from below have no brakes

Let them f*** if they're poodles
No one listens, off to the doghouse, their rhyme is fake
And they're not all that, if I break them with one verse
To reach this height, they have to take a leap