REMAKE (Barrio Prendido) (feat. L-Gante, John C, Papichamp y Perro Primo)

I go out with the fuse dragging
I have a blunt in my hand to make a big joint
She wants me to pick her up
Because she knows that with me she smokes, drinks, and gets wild (tell me, buddy)
A couple of girls in Argentina
We party on the corner
With classy girls and the new van
We give you light to move

Hey, my neighborhood asked for the remix
And here we are lit up

We go out in a caravan, weekend (stick)
With all the sticks, with all the money
Marijuana smoke comes out the window
Many cute but no flat
We leave the neighborhood lit
With all the guys drinking in the hallways (okay)
We leave the neighborhood lit
Don't tell me, the guys are active
We go out in a caravan, weekend
With all the sticks, with all the money
Marijuana smoke comes out the window
Many cute but no flat
And we leave the neighborhood lit
With all the guys drinking in the hallways
We leave the neighborhood lit
Don't tell me, the guys are active

Cumbia!
Wepa, wepa, wepa, wepa
And once again, who?, hey
Nestor En Bloque
John C, baby

And when the moon comes out, you know we go out
In a caravan we all go crazy
Weekend, I go out to find a chick
Who wants to have fun
Because the chick looks at me, checks me out
Also saves my money
She moves the donkey to the guys who dodge the law
She spends time in the west
We start again and drink too much
You know what it is

We go out in a caravan, weekend
With all the sticks, I want marijuana during the week
And to drown the sorrows I'm opening a can
Many cute but none escape me

We go out with a kidnapping flow, with the van all painted
If the cops stop us, we hide the marijuana
The blunts, the Cuban
Caravan goes out, weekend
They put cute girls on the front page
The night is for dressing up
Two pills to get high and whatever happens
We raise the bumper, she wants it up and down
Down

We go out in a caravan, the fuse is flame
Some buds, C420 in my Cuban
Marijuana smoke comes out the window
Butaquea, don't act innocent

From Polo or Lacoste is the shirt
Lowering the asses, crowning
Champagne and flip-flops, the fools talk, the deeds are bullets
The girls with big booties, there are no flat ones here
In the big party
Weekends, 24/7 the tough guys in a caravan
Or in the heat, joking with all the guys
And your chick with a tropical cut, Colombian cumbia
And for your chick raka-taka-taka-taka
Bottles at night and spending money, money, money
Knocking down the club, ATR the hood
At full speed, we light up the neighborhood

Now she asks me to leave, chick
But at night she wants me to shake her
She's really hot, but she acts innocent
Come on, don't be mean, you're so sly
Sad and in love girl, you act
Different, no, no, no, no
Sad and in love girl, don't act
Different and activate the party
The chick is really cool, so what?
You know my love is only for you
She's a high apple, so what?
You know my love is only for you

Cumbia 4:20 for the black ones
We're like twenty in a caravan
We come back in the morning
The chick and the guys, the gypsy rope
The van is very mafia
Ready for something else
The flowers are very poisonous
It's twelve thirty and we break the pre-party
Pass me fire, I'll send you wood
If your boyfriend is there, give me a sign
I start and apply it like here in La Peña
Calm down, my girl, I leave my mark
I walk with gold so it doesn't fade
We don't line up, we don't fit one
We smoke a Phillie, we stay on the moon

We go out in a caravan, weekend
With all the sticks, with all the money
Marijuana smoke comes out the window
Many cute but no flat
We leave the neighborhood lit
With all the guys drinking in the hallways
We leave the neighborhood lit
Don't tell me, the guys are active
(Cumbia!)

Hey
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Prra
Nestor En Bloque
L-Gante, dog, what's up?
(Pu-pu-pu, cumbia 4:20)
This is John C, man
Perro Primo, the one who coughs the most
Kobe after twelve
Papichamp in the house
El Pesa 9
Lit neighborhood
Well, we are many, haha