Mantenlo Criminal

The homeland of Jarfa (the best, the best)

Piedralaves, news of thefts
I lean out the window of my room
I see children jumping through the orchards
Playing soccer with a dead cat

On bikes up, on bikes down
I go down with grams, I go up with bundles
I'm going to educate my children
So they can eat yours alive, fucking posh

What's up daddy, ready for the war
I fuck your mother and leave without paying
Ávila south, here there's no sea
Fucking Prosegur we're going to kill you

The door, with all the panda bear dark circles
It's clear he loves cocaine
You won't let me in because I'm in tracksuit?
Well, screw you, Jarfaiter doesn't sing today

Stupid, either you give me that bottle
Or I'll smash your boyfriend's face with it
Hey, girl, suck my dick
I'm a delinquent, not a star

Crazy, I know you're going to catch me
If you know you'll catch me any night
What you don't know is that giving in doesn't benefit you
Because I already know where you leave your car

Dirty hippie
You smell like shit
Your dreadlocks are disgusting
Get out, fatty
I want you to burn
Left-wing progressive
Go throw flowers at the cops

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
The Brugal bottle is going to explode on you
All drunk in the hospital
With faces blown up
Keep it criminal

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
The Brugal bottle is going to explode on you
All drunk in the hospital
With faces blown up
Keep it criminal

Every rapper has their essence
And in all my songs I'll mention violence
No innocence moving substances
Quinqui music, rap delinquency
The street raised me since I was a kid
Getting into trouble, feeling cold
Alcohol and friendship, litronos crew
They are among the few I trust

Not a kid, step aside or I'll kill you
Through the paths in a cart
Cut on the face to the damn snitch
I catch him, I break him, I weigh him, I distribute him
All the good stuff comes from my room
You act like an expert, and you annoy me
You should have died at birth

Since I was a kid throwing punches
Back then for chrome and pogs
The one from the shed for taking a look
Threatened us with hitting us with a stick
My little fame only brings problems
It doesn't bring me money or hot girls
You don't know me at all but you give your opinion
And you can't even imagine my fucking life

Piedralaveños in the capital
They go broke, they don't care
The tracksuit, the cap up, the knife
First the alcohol, cousin, primordial

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
The Brugal bottle is going to explode on you
All drunk in the hospital
With faces blown up
Keep it criminal

Uh, ah, keep it criminal
The Brugal bottle is going to explode on you
All drunk in the hospital
With faces blown up
Keep it criminal