Gente Vip

(And the vendor who asks for relatives
And I know what I'm talking about, my old man
There we go stuffed
Bartolo is there ha ha)

White gold garments lead between the grips
With the Holy Death all diamond-studded
A Cartier watch shines on his hand
He likes everything, even rubber ones

He carries the presence along with the belief
The boss's company, he wants and appreciates it
He has earned respect in the environment
He will always be part of the May and Vicente people

The ping of a Blackberry navigates with two
The bag and his Coach brand cap
Burberry shirt, Gucci, Louis Vuitton
In a suit, Armani, Hugo Boss vest
Dressed to impress, Italian shoes
A case of Salva with the Gamo iron
Pilot M3 pointers with radio VIP people inside the clubs.

The group gathers and it's all common folk
The perfect thing to play cards
They open the bets
They deal the cards
They watch within a fifteen-block radius
A luxurious place that looks like a casino
They play Texas poker and toast with wine
Walls painted in the color of The Godfather
Tony Montana, Scarface, or Al Pacino

(Iron to hell and to the drinks)

He collects weapons and likes cars
He has luxury sports cars and armored ones
A Five-Seven, danger is never missing
He's part of the virus, forms the team
He seems very calm but doesn't get upset
If they don't want to, try to see what happens
Just one attraction makes him cursed, it's enough
For him to jump into action

At seventeen, he was already moving his people
From commoner to high school, he already has a BMW
Buddy of the fat guy and friend of the skinny one
He's backed by Che, one, two, three, and four
Always associated with the same school
He's from the generation
Anthrax and skull
Lead against lead
Brain in the accounts
His name and nickname
I leave them as homework
(Relative car ho hoi)