Ejo Paila (feat. Pirlo, Esteban Rojas, J Álvarez, Reboll333 y Anubiis)

High Beats Records

And if they’re gonna kill me, let them come for me
This is PR, it’s heating up, and that’s tough
You’ve seen it already
That the hottest girls are the devilish ones, that’s the trap

They say they’re gonna kill me, let them come for me
This is Cali Heat, and that’s tough, yeah
You’ve seen it already
That the hottest ones are devilish, and that’s the trap

That’s tough, life and death dance together
I learned to live it however fate brings it
The rifle doesn’t stop until your body drops
They don’t scare me, they’ll all die if they come for me

With the Cali Cartel, you’re gonna shake that ass
Real G4 Life, the bullets from the R bring power (Hahaha)
You went too far, I’ve seen it all
Wherever I go with my badass music, I conquer

(All these wannabes) Lost their sense and their record
Fools, they fool themselves, no one can fool Jesus Christ
I walk the line, but I won’t be fooled
The car flipped for those who came looking for me (Looking for me)
They tried to catch me, but no

I lit them up with all the shots I took
All who got involved died when the fire ignited
The whores get wild when they see the crew arrive
I’m giving the biggest assholes a close-range shot
Your eyes go blank when this dude hits you
I’m with the crew, motherfuckers, tie your boots (Hahaha; pew, pew)

I’m neither a fool nor a paper boy, kid
This isn’t new, nor from yesterday
Little shooter, a Cali Cartel boss is talking to you (Ha)
What indirects? What happens is one says it smells bad and the shit knows it’s him (Haha)

Tell that guy (What?) that I’m not for him, that’d be an offense (Ha)
They don’t listen, but they’ve still heard me, I’m trending
What’s up with that team? Is nobody thinking?
On the street, the king of crime in Cali is a hotshot

But right now, pretty, we’re gonna drop it, sisa, but in another rhythm
Alex, Into, another anthem
I wasn’t even gonna rap since I saw the chorus came out of the intro
Hey, they’re not even friends, all the whores want me
That fear of getting in alone to show off with me (Yeah)

It’s not that I overshadow them, it’s that a checkmate loses more with you
If they’re iron, then they’re bullets, if they’re fake, I just say
They say they’re gonna hit me, let them make it sound, go (Pew-pew-pew)
It’s not that they have backup, it’s that they send them
Ducks, they don’t know who they’re rolling with, ha (Ah!)
Fools, this is the Cali Cartel, let it burn

Paw, em
420, haha

My flow is contaminating and making money while I’m counting (Huh?)
We popped the lid, right now Cali’s in the game
I’m still from the street, I’ve got the world tripping
My rap is a Messi flow, don’t brag about Ronaldo (Paw)

If they make numbers, I’ll come out, if they don’t hit me, then they’re not sounding
And if they join my crew, they’re hitting
So pull out the guns, we’re not cooperating anymore (Huh?)
And the demons are vibing with me because I’m rolling the dice

Codes are codes, and rhymes like that aren’t just having flow
I was born to be a star from day one, from the womb
Yesterday the girl got tired of me leaving her twenty inside (Bitch)
And the next day I wake up and the snake eats me

They know what I’m talking about, the cone with the devil
A Vatican in my vocabulary, money to disconnect it (Paw)
It’s late now, time to bury it
They’re no longer the favorites, gotta put them out, paw, pew!

They say they’re gonna kill me, I make it worth it
This is Cali Heat, and that’s tough, mm
You’ve seen it already
If it’s Cali Cartel, we’ll hit them when they come out

Now they’re watching us and copying, it’s crazy
How are you gonna shoot like a pro and your ammo isn’t focused?
They say they started this shit, but in this shit I give them hell
And they want me to taste the soup, I’ll choke it down

None of you can handle my caliber, like the guerrilla, we hit free
They want to sneak into Usaca and you’re just a promo for Unilibre
If you saw the pounds I consume, I’d drop some books to balance me
You gotta come at me with twelve Galiles to unblind my windows

Three plugs, vodka fuch and you’ve never tried a knife
I crush them with the lyrics, like grains, they ooze pus
I’m the lighthouse, I’m the light, mode [?]
We’re number one in Cali, it’s gonna give you a heart attack, ah

You’re not even colleagues, not even because the biggest motherfucker sponsors you
The one in charge asked my label for permission and it spreads
Fame with your crew made it blind
I gotta put it on me and deny you

I earned respect with hard work, ha
I started moving my pieces and put them in check
I roll with HP, and they’re not Hewlett-Packard
(And these paper rappers)

They say they’re gonna kill me, and they get heated
With the hottest girls in the city, I make it tough
You’re complaining and putting on a skirt
Eager for me to say it, I tell them to fall (Eh, eh, eh)

I’m not going back to hiding, you step outside, don’t hide
It’s not a pool, but I’ll catch you in the Honda
I like the skinny ones, but I’m into the round ones
The heat’s on, and this isn’t a microwave

Mami, in the case you’re spicy like Taki
Yours are weak, mine are warriors like Jackie
I’ve got a big gun since the days of Yaga and Mackie
They call me "The Crack", I got rich off all that cracky

And if they’re gonna kill me, let them come for me
This is PR, it’s heating up, and that’s tough (Haha)
You’ve seen it already
That the hottest girls are the devilish ones, that’s the trap (They know it)

They live biting their nails, crazy that I fall (You’re crazy, motherfucker?)
This is PR, motherfucker, anyone can pull the trigger (I’ll kill you, motherfucker)
They ran and it was bro, the monkey dances for the money (Doesn’t even have it)
And these people brag like they’re bulletproof (That’s true)

This is respect for respect, for today and forever (You know the codes)
It’s not the same to talk about it online as to see us face to face (No, no, no)
I’ve got people too (Hehe), and they’re really crazy (I don’t play with people)
They’re playing with luck and death is coming (Hold on to the bullet)

Tell me, Pulpo, a million per album and we keep counting (Oh, bless)
We keep hustling, dying hustling (Dying hustling)
We came from nothing and now we’re traveling the world (Traveling too much)
And the more money, the more problems, you know the deal

This is the street, nobody’s born with rank here (No, no)
Some keep positioning and others win by getting on missions
The money doesn’t win wars, and there are sticks with balls (Brr-brr)
You play smart and power doesn’t prevent betrayals

Hahaha
Eh, eh, eh
Oh, motherfucker
Sisas, Gordo, yeah
La Positiva, you heard, motherfucker? Yeah

J Alvarez The Owner of the System
Tell me, Tanko, Real G4 Life
Mode tough with the whole crew, eh
Sincerely, the true union of the street (Hahaha)

(Ñengo Flow)
Cali Cartel, you know
(La Rata)
Real G4 Life, sisa, haha
FineSound Music
(420, che)
Juanito, Lexsound Music