HOOP HOOP (feat. Pedro Peligro)

Between good and evil
From Argentina, Buenos Aires, the People's Republic of La Boca
From Catalina Sur to Chinatown
Marking the way, building the destiny

In a fine neighborhood, but cunning
Sweet but deadly
Of artists and thugs
A Trueno was born
Among flowers and a rain of poison
So many haters attacked you for being new
In freestyle battles you found your ground
Turning something bad into something good

White, black; I win, I lose
I fall, I return; I kill, I die
So many hours dedicated from scratch
The neighborhood needed your voice as a spokesperson

So it's time to teach them what we learn in the neighborhood
From the love of your mother to the story of your grandfather
Exporting to the world the sound of the stream
Get up from that corner and show them how we do it (hey, ey)

Huh (Olé, olé-olé-olé!)
Grrt-pa-pa-pa-pa (Trueno, Trueno, Trueno!)

Second album and I come back to shake up the scene
What you don't do at thirty, I did at seventeen
Who's back? We have control, not the machete
All your little rags sound like toys (haha)

Dude, cut it, give me the beat and I'll show you how it is (how it is)
I look like I'm from the Bronx but I'm from the LB's low (from the LB)
I made an album scratching my balls and I hit it
And if you say rap was dead, I resurrected it

To hell with your company, your role, your court
I'm out of the scene, it's organized crime, ha, ha
There's no time to look at the past anymore
The Yankees ask me for time because they're behind, kid

And if you hear hoop, hoop, be ready
I'm always with my boys in case it gets heavy
The four communes to the four winds
Some swallow the movie without reading the story

And if you hear hoop, hoop, be ready
I'm always with my boys in case it gets heavy (yah-yah, yah-yah)
The four communes to the four winds
Some swallow the movie without reading the—, ah

Olé, olé-olé-olé!
Trueno, Trueno!