El Mas Piola (part. DT.Bilardo)

(Ah, now yes)
(Bilardo is on the beat, oh)

Of the guys, the coolest one
For nothing, I nail it
They wait for me with the grill smoke
The dog in your area
And with all the tough guys
On the roofs, lots of cork
I'm dancing all night long

Real cool
For nothing, I nail it
They wait for me with the grill smoke
The joint in your area
And with all the tough guys
On the roofs, lots of cork
I'm dancing all night long

Ah, dad for the kids
Ice for the ladies
No fame for the fools
Let them live on the outside

And from poor, now we're rich
To the workers, we shut their mouths
If you guys stir it up, I'll apply it
When you come down to the block, you'll see that everything is different

Don't worry about the money
Because everything is already paid for, on behalf of the cream
We take over the street with the sidewalk
They already know how I do it, my people don't fake

And the plates vibrate on weekends
When the crew gets together
(The real kids)
(The ones who are watching the block)

Of the guys, the coolest one
For nothing, I nail it
They wait for me with the grill smoke
The dog in your area
And with all the tough guys
On the roofs, lots of cork
I'm dancing all night long

Real cool
For nothing, I nail it
They wait for me with the grill smoke
The joint in your area
And with all the tough guys
On the roofs, lots of cork
I'm dancing all night long

Have them bring me a rolling paper
We're gonna light up a good one
Simple
That's easy, we got it down in the hood

And if you come with your nonsense
It's better not to skate around
The guys are about to start a riot
And I've been applying since I was a kid

I'd rather die with the truth
Than live inside a lie
What's the value of a false verse
That I didn't live in your corner?
I clung to my land with thorns
And brought luxury to the neighborhood
And kept the leaf far away
From being a fool

And thanks to the place where I walk
We've seen it since we were kids
We already know, we've learned
And we discard along the way
Mom, chill with the kids
Keep the joint's branch
The guns are not displayed here
We're not celebrities

At night, I smoke excessively
In my pockets, you know the money's there
The envious hang on to nothing
While mom, in the dark, moves that

I wear high sneakers on my feet, real tough, you know
Quality in quantity, you look and learn
If they turn off my light, the weed lights up
Here we send it from January to December, eh

(Ah, now yes, bro)
Cumbia 4-20 for the guys
From the guys to the white boys
(Bilardo is on the beat, oh)

L-Gante, what's up
Eh
DT.Bilardo
Maxi El Brother, hey
Eh-ah
Right away, huh?

This is Cumbia 4-20
Tell it however they want
Eh-ah

(No fame for the fools)
(Let them live on the outside)