El Roto

I endure everything
That's what I told my mom when she looked
That I was no longer a kid
When in little groups on the corners
At night I hung out with the gangsters
And in the cars they looked at me in a hurry
It could be night or day, I wanted to walk like those crazy ones

The finisher
Hot land with the laws, with the fingers
And with the thieving people
I grew up in a neighborhood, over on the west side
Where we formed 'The Creams'
That's my team, that's my shirt, that's my home
And we're still around here, ready to fight

In some streets they say I represented the neighborhood
And they saw me hustling
But times have changed
I carry two phones and I'm part of a company
And whoever looks for me, finds me
They already have it proven

And that's how 'The Contacts' sound, sir
Pure EMI music, you know, stay tuned

Time passed
And little by little the group grew
And the movement began
They were no longer small amounts, they were large quantities
That we were moving around
Together with my brother-in-law, to whom I am so grateful
That his kids are my kids, all his advice

Good champagne
And in the clubs, the VIP reserved, the laundry must not be missing
And a Saint Jude is tattooed on my forearm
Just to keep the silence
You know that even though I'm wild and impulsive
And I don't like to look for trouble, but sometimes we do

With the one with the patch, you can already hear the businessman
And with the crew on one side, I like to enjoy life
And in the backseat there's a supermodel
And on the fields there's a broken one, say the word and I'll be right there