PASTA Y ROCK´N ROLL

I'm healing so much from fright with your craziness
That I don't know what to do, this shit is incurable
I still don't believe even though people swear to me
Sometimes God escapes when the devil rushes us

Now those pussy trappers know they're in deep shit
They all look down when my family arrives
They act like gunmen, they're models on the runway
The train passes and takes away all the fashion

They don't know how to play, they don't have the damn guts (no)
Sons of bitches, my bandits are hungry
Come to the neighborhood, take a spin with the gangsters
When you come back you'll see that your courage has grown

Lots of blood for my crew, scars on my G's
For a long time my maneuvers in the street stand out
With the .40 and the skinny one cruising in the Jeep
Giving lessons in the neighborhood on how to endure

Pasta for my rock 'n roll, I celebrate it outside
Lots of alcohol and lots of drugs in the fridge
Mero, has returned to the neighborhood to teach
My name is on the blacklist of those bandits

Pasta for my rock 'n roll, I celebrate it outside
Lots of alcohol and lots of drugs in the fridge
Mero, has returned to the neighborhood to teach
My name is on the blacklist of those bandits

I have the game ready with my two G's, two grills
With alcohol so they don't make me sleep
Cooking with Nacho meters away from the police
I walk around with two buckets that yield a thousand

Fucking bitch police, deserves to be kidnapped
I asked her to talk to me, but not about us
I still have some left, that's why I don't go to bed
I still have time to tell the rest

Boss, I can't give you permission to talk about the street
If none of your gang can measure up
Enough, your fantasy, all those masks and disguises
And at his house I made it serious and didn't leave a pass

Your neighborhood knows me, they call me a troublemaker
But always turn my back before I put the patch on
I didn't leave the case open for you to stain
Now they ask me for a rematch so that H wins

Pasta for my rock 'n roll, I celebrate it outside
Lots of alcohol and lots of drugs in the fridge
Mero, has returned to the neighborhood to teach
My name is on the blacklist of those bandits

Pasta for my rock 'n roll, I celebrate it outside
Lots of alcohol and lots of drugs in the fridge
Mero, has returned to the neighborhood to teach
My name is on the blacklist of those bandits
For my drug in roll and I celebrated