Te haces el super policia

What's up, dude?
from police in action
you act cool and you're seasoned
you don't even change your pants
for the party I saw you with brown pants
you shit on the orange
and with diarrhea it dyed.

You were all messed up
walking with the gendarmes
you were afraid that some kid
would cross you and kill you
you act like a super cop
and you forget that you're a thrush
I saw you run, when you heard a bang!
we broke you
you and all your troops
you want to be like us
go buy clothes like us you want to kill yourself
because you're so fair and I dress like a cowboy
with the salary you have
while I eat barbecue
you kill yourself with stew
with your girlfriend the little ball with a smell of french fries
you're an imitation, made in China and yes you're broke..

Stop running after the kids
asshole
you'll only achieve
that the kids send you fruit
you're forgetting about this salad
your orange pants
are yours and recognizable
be very careful that the kids are walking on you
the badge doesn't weigh on you and that's why
you always throw the gate at my people. asshole!
you went overboard as an executioner with your cuckold blood
you always have a lot of fear, I don't doubt that
your ass puckered when you walk through our knots
you want to sail away my people you treat us like criminals
and even if you grit your teeth they'll tell you how they feel
they'll keep standing up to you.

For all the assholes who are touching balls
I want everyone to know together
that your time has come
for them to blow your hat off and for the blood of my people
not to run from your lead anymore
fucking asshole in the neighborhood you discriminate against us
excessively
and for a fucking badge you wanted to be an executioner
but that will end
because your end, fucking asshole, will come.

Surely when you were a kid the kids went overboard with you
and then when you grew up you put on a uniform
and the orange pants are always seasoned
must be all brown with a smell of pigeon
when it falls apart every time you drive
it's already falling apart and it's useless
where is it? that's the truth na na na
the gendarmes won it and made you pay
surely you see yourself as police in action
and you're almost Rambo but you deliver a citation
listen to me, broken little one, pay attention
I'll send you a bucket of plaster and also a new pair of underwear.

Because I'm tattooed you seem like a whim
I see you in orange you look like a clown
when I walk down the street you stop me because of my style
you're resentful because I have a couple of chicks
I see you at the fair on Sunday mornings
partying with your Bolivian girlfriend's empanada
now check me out I have the ball standing
if when you touch me and you go with a finished hand.
Dude! change your pants
because your pigeon already has a strong smell
I'm not lying to you, asshole, it bothers you in here
suck my left nut if you think I'm lying to you
son of a bitch, come live it with the fucking dude
you can't live peacefully
they stop you, touch your balls, check your pockets
and touch them, your balls.

A couple of fools if they cross me
on the street I'll keep going they won't stop me
you've won an enemy and now you're pretending, asshole
if you want to look for me you won't find me
you chased me a couple of times and you could never catch me
and since you can't deal with me you called the gendarmes
what a character you brought to my landscape
they are just like you, countrymen dead of hunger
you don't have the blood..

Dude! the cop with the pants
you gave yourself away for seasoning and we made you this song
and you're going to kick doors because you're resentful
everyone made fun of you for the song we made you

Dude! you gave yourself seasoning
how can it be that your pigeon flew away?
you act like a super cop and you deliver the citation
and kid? did you already buy yourself a pair of underwear

Dude! you gave yourself seasoning
how can it be that your pigeon flew away?
you act like a super cop and you deliver the citation
and kid? did you already buy yourself a pair of underwear