Next Level

You don't even know why or how,
but your number is marked
on my phone screen, I don't know
whether to call you or you're a drag,
I just know I think too much
and that's why I don't eat, could
it be possible, will we be the
compatible couple, will you be
the spark my fuse was missing? My mission is to give and
take without complaining, it's
to find the pair, to hit it
again. It's this particular
style of walking with my
adidas, Pino Montano on a sunny
day and suicidal rap, in my
head, only one thing, how
will I end the day, will I have
very red eyes to go see
mamma mia? Anyway, who would
think that? That in my window
there are no geraniums but marijuana, and those
who go in front of me, look
girl, it's happened before, they
will open up like watermelons... The
woman of your life always
walks with another, you just have
to wait, be patient, buy
a motorcycle, drink
a lot on the hill, I'll
then double your bet if she
doesn't give it to you with another, it
always happens, I try to treat my
customers well, make me
rich and leave smiling. The
same old story, the honey is between your teeth but
I'm still hot my soul,
I know that look like my
palm I'm a dalmatian, with the
skin stained with freckles, it's not
difficult to arrive and conquer
the disco, how do I
do it? I don't even know but I don't pay,
that's why instead of
toasting with a drink, I do it by scratching my tail.

[Chorus]

Next level, I call it new
level, that of giving you a kiss
on the lips and getting honey on me.

I think therefore I exist, I smoke
then I'm bent, I don't know if
between the legs, but I'm
well-endowed, super high,
I'm surpassing the rhyme, and
I don't mess up going all fancy and
saying: stoned. Once again
I nailed it, I did it
with jazz and I ran out of
breath, but with funk I've
surpassed it, I pray the rap alone, without a video game console,
now it's our time: Oscar
and Zatu making dollars, controlling the mic, not even with radar control, rolling on our own, if you're a fool, you'll keep dancing alone... If I don't like the vibe, look, I bark, don't come at me with guns if you've been playing me in your car, to me your American vibe, your Mexican mustache, I don't give a damn, I learned literature in Pino Montano, so don't shake my hand and call me brother, neither you nor I are black, at most I'm half chano, Tuitare knows what I'm talking about, I don't marry anyone, go and give Pili a kiss, tell her I think she's great, don't be surprised if you see me walking around as a buddy, showing off gold, what do you think, that I made money selling records, idiot? Now leave me alone, stand in front of me and you'll be my gigs... (ding-dong) Damn!! Manolo, come in, welcome to my pad, I was here writing some of these lyrics, smoking and not eating, that's why Zatu, that's how you are.