Los Cerdos
Lito Y Polaco
The Pigs
Yo, yo!
(What...)
Lito, bring the shovel!
Lito, bring the shovel!
Because in life there's always a pig
A pig that tries to drag you down
If you don't want a pig to drag you down
How many pigs must be killed
Excuse me Tego but yours is mud
Impossible to have the upper hand
There's no trembol here
My job is full
Never out of style like Kangol hats
I leave you stunned
Like a flashy joint
Don't get involved, don't act like Rambo
The Stallone role doesn't suit you
The neighborhood knows you're a kiss-ass
I light a blunt
Then blow your mind
Cardboard rapper
Turn off the microphone
Chencho well done
What your song lacks
The reason why I go harder
With more style than Kobe Bryant
And more home runs than Juan Igor
I'm the one who blew up your junk
And I'll smear you with guaiacol
It's time to uncover the pot
So turn on the meter
Your worst passenger just got on
People demand war
And to plant the flag
And all these rookie rappers dance to the sexy brunette
Tego, this is rap, not bomba or plena
Let my grandma listen to the culture music
To hell with you and your ethics
I'm a rapper from head to toe
And my balls are measured with a tape measure
Pina Records has the domain
Lito makes you jump off the roof of your condo
