FUCK EL POLICE

That shit, bro
Commune 4, pai

Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (plo, plo)

Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'

I'm still the same wacho, but now in the fuckin' pod
Now the zombies dance, the cops shoot when they rap
You die from a little unnecessary violence
You lack the right that I learned in primary school

Uh, TR1 in the area
Up on stage I look like a Super Saiyan
The blue lights, the uniform with the Ray Bans
They are the ones who follow me wherever I go, wherever I go

If Thunder says hip
The whole neighborhood says hop
He says hip, they say hop!
He says hip, they say hop!

Fuck the police
Robocop shit
They don't turn off the monoblock their faces of what the fuck?, daddy (plo, plo, plo)

Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh, runnin')

Fuck the country's police, it's coming-min'-min'
Fu-fu-fu-fuck
Fuck the police, fu-fuck the police (hey)
It's not my turn to click, to the homie

They call us black head, everyone knows who we are'
They don't stop us with water, fire, or lead
Oh, shit (officer, I need three patrol cars, there's a party in La Boca), oh, oh
At eleven we have a party and at twelve the wolf comes out

But it's not going to stop us because we are more than that.'
They are not going to catch us because we are more than that'
Ah, this is the fucking town song
They don't shut us up even by putting their knee on our neck

Hip-hop so that I have and so that I keep
They scratch their mustache but it's too late
Videla and Massera have already paid for it with blood
911 times I shit on your motherfucker

Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (oh)

Fuck the country's police, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
It's not my turn to click, to the homie
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'