Canción de Horacio (feat. Perxitaa)

With H for Hercules, it’s Horacio
The weight of the law for the fools
Doesn’t tolerate insults or scorn
He’s tough
A fashion victim by choice, a cop by trade
I’ve got one vice—problems are what I eat!
And no matter how big they seem, they’re just little David to me, like a gnome

Tell me where we’re headed (10-4) drop the icon
Holding a grudge for shooting me in both legs, the Mexican

But hey, everything goes on and fashion changes again
While I spam the muscle of happiness
Patrolling the city, even evil starts to shake
And heads out cruising to a spot far from the capital

Yeah, my Captain Conway, all under control
Watch out for the criminal who’s settled in

With Gustabo, pure kindness in the face of trouble
The show’s starting, and I want to see you all ready

The weight of the law for the fools
If my Captain Conway, all under control
The weight of the law for the fools
The show’s starting, and I want to see you all ready
The weight of the law for the fools
A fashion victim by choice, a cop by trade
The weight of the law for the fools

I step out to patrol looking sharp, left the trash behind
Now I smell like Emporio, dressed in high fashion
Against crime, there’s no doubt, I bring the hammer down
First, I give the warning, then later, the burial

What a shame time flies so fast
Must be a short fuse, it’s Manolo the mechanic
Skull, I’ll catch you, I miss you, Volkov

Agent Robocop with a Molotov-colored mohawk
I’ll trade you a hostage for that Prada fanny pack
And if you don’t like it, I’ll borrow it later
I reminded him while I arrested him and signaled
For backup, even though I didn’t need it

Back home again, a success
No one can turn this wolf into a pet
Horacio with H for Hydrogen, very vigorous
Saving you the arguments with me is saving you a trip to the doctor

The weight of the law for the fools
If my Captain Conway, all under control
The weight of the law for the fools
The show’s starting, and I want to see you all ready
The weight of the law for the fools
A fashion victim by choice, a cop by trade
The weight of the law for the fools