Esa Pelicula

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same idiot you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same crap you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

I'm, I'm, I'm with the crew
Took a hit
I hit it with sneakers, so it doesn't smell like feet
You're stuck but it was by chance
Getting it done since a kid, back in high school
In, in, in Colombia, the buñuelos and arepas
So smoking under the quenepa tree
At fifteen, girls get their boobs done
At fifteen, they're calling to hook up
Boricua to the core, from Ponce, just so you know
Stick that sting where it fits
Up, up, up the ass
Bandeja paisa with lulo juice
You're a fake, none of you are real
Smoking cheap weed in Medellin
Hardly find a phillie to smoke the rooster
Cocoquen cabo and we're on a plane
Send me the Rolls Royce and open the stash
The hundred-dollar bills stashed since '79
This ain't New York but got a lot of snow
For tourists, Juan Valdez, smells so good
To me, everyone's the same
The poor and the rich smell
Don't blame me
If I saw it on TV
Keep it for the lawyer, here come the feds
(Here come the feds, here come the feds)
Keep it for the lawyer, here come the feds

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same idiot you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same crap you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

We're going shopping, buy whatever you want
Even if we go broke in six months
I'm going to the barbershop to get a wash, see the gang
While smoking a little cigarette outside on the sidewalk
My buddy called me
He's got a pole for sale
Bought sixty, each for two fifty
Cheap
Bought a phillie and a spray can
Bought for a couple of buddies
For the party and the girls
Cua, cua when I get to Ponce
I feel like Héctor Lavoe
When he arrived in Belgium to see Doña Monce
The singer from Fania, so beloved
Joe, Joe, Joe Arroyo hasn't died, he went to find Fania
And if I lose my voice
I'll shoot myself
I'll come back, look, put on the track, and shoot, shoot
And if I lose my voice
I'll shoot myself
I'll come back, look, put on the track, and shoot, shoot

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same idiot you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

That movie that you live
That same scene that you describe
That same crap you saw at the movies
We lived it for real

You, you this is El Ñejo with DJ Elektrik
On the beat, on the beat
Motherfuc…
Still broke