Malianteo 420 (feat. DT.Bilardo)

I present myself, L-Gante
Active for all the people
We climb forward
And always hold our heads high

With respect and with the codes upfront
We mark the different flow, yeah
Always high in the mind
When I arrive, everyone looks at me because I come from the West

I smoke, the note rises and I fly like a paraglider
When we're encapsulated, the smoke fogs up my lenses
And whoever wants to throw at me, I break them before they try

With my face all tattooed, they say I look like a gang member
If you don't cross me on my corner, it's because I'm on a caravan
The kitty asked for it and I gave it to her to play
Your crew doesn't have the swing I have, so they copied us

We're clear about the fame and sought after by high-class ladies
If they come to our side, I'll make them know my bed
I always carry one rolled up and a Cuban around my neck
That leaves your crew and all your buddies paralyzed

None of us resembles the flow that comes out of the stick
We're not raising sheep, but making wool
I've been through all the bad stuff without leaving a single sequel
A message for the students from the school principal

I have a pretty expensive flow like the value of a Harley
Chilling like the Lescano's while we roll a Bob Marley
They know I handle it like playing volleyball
I melt the track with a honey beer

We steal everything without a crime
And they know I don't give up
And if there's a conflict around
The biggest thief is always ready

A purebred that waves
And a kid who pilots
The .40 on the waist
And the culture of the asphalt

Here, none hesitates
And if I warn you, the ground shakes
We cause an earthquake
And we fall without asking for permission

The bunnies go wild if we cast a spell on them
And I take them out of the hat and bounce them against the floor
They come with a couple of friends
Who always support me on tour

Singing while burning Mary Jane
At night and day, posting a story
Having a cold one, showing their body
Climbing on top of me as a hobby

Knocking down the plates while the money rains
None are scared if the cops come
And if another one joins, they shoot a cally
And that's how we're on fire

Even if fame seeks us
We go in search of the ingots
Take a break and don't freak out
And don't lose focus

Always a good face from the bad boy on the block
The bad boys out of the movie don't last a crash with us
If they talk more and they don't start, we'll make them play
Don't try anything and pray to the saint that there won't be a rebound

My warriors plant their flag while they watch from outside
We have real deals and highway command
Putting in the thug life like a neighborhood kid
My grenades are the rhymes and they explode the whole stage

People who know me know I'm a cool guy
And always after midnight, I light it up and do it
They say the craziest flow has always been L-Gante's
Always making the style clear on every speaker

Hey, L-Gante, man, what's up
Cumbia 420 for the homies

Hey, don't talk to me about thug life, bro
We're active all week

Hey, Bilardo is on the beat, oh