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Budu: Hey, talk to me, man
Nigga: What's up, man? Talk to me clearly
Budu: Look, enough, you know this is the new stuff from the lazy ones
Budu: Strolling, man
Nigga: Grab the thread, Venezuela
Budu: Grab the thread, Echendia, look at me, let's go on horseback to the mountain, son
Nigga: There's no bullshit here, it's that simple
Budu: Real
Nigga: Whoever likes it, fine, and whoever doesn't, too
Budu: Real, real, what else do you want me to say?
Nigga: Pay me what's mine
Budu: Budu and Nigga
Nigga: Hey, hey, you'll see me smoking a cigar like Bob Marley
Strolling on a Harley Davidson
Taking a blonde in Macuto Sheraton
In a room overlooking the beach
Sporting a huge chain
With thirty kilos in my belongings of sigualaya
Damn, what a breeze
From this moment on
The decibels of crime break
The strolling began
The bosses arrived
Giving hip-hop clinics at home, masterful
Yo! This echoes in the street like in the penalties
It's only an act for criminals
That's how we differentiate between lies and truths
For those who think they're important
We are constant and audible money
Of course, we are lazy and delinquents
The knowledgeable of the environment
Making people differentiate between the underground and the deficient
And as a twist of fate, it's the same people again
And, redundantly
This thing is rampant
His Majesty the Nigga and 13 Tony Armas
Budu: Uncomfortably and violently
I introduce my style like a prisoner in the rodeo
The competition tells me they don't want trouble
What do you think, you know, I don't want any hassle here
The one who's bathed in blood has arrived
Shooting with words that burn you
Waiting for any massacre to happen
Check it out, many say I'm a damn plague
Of course, my friend
I'm a damn son of a bitch raised without a father
Nigga: Budu, what's up?
Budu: I'm Budu, the one no one can stop
Because I have an original style
No one stops me
My rhythm is sticky like sperm on your face
I sing crap if I damn well please
I damn well please! That's it
Chorus (Eddie Palmieri): Toasted and brewed coffee...
Toasted and brewed coffee...
Nigga: Coming from the mundane life
Where smoking marijuana
Is a daily thing in the mornings
What activates us to seek bread
Whether for good or for bad
You know who the Nigga is
The one who's with Budu up and down
Causing chaos
Earning reputation through work
So stay in your lane, don't deviate, damn it
And if your ass itches, tell me
The lazy ones giving a lesson, attentive apprentices
Be very careful with what they say around here
Behind our backs
Don't set traps for us
We were born and raised in crime
Our lyrics are so many
That when it starts
It's a permanent downpour because it never stops raining
Budu: Hey, hey, you'll see me
Smoking a cigar like Bob Marley
Strolling like Allen Iverson
Eating langoustine on the beach shore
And next to me, the tasty Erica de la Vega
Listen to how it sounds
Yo! Who would have thought, the chubby one with Chinese eyes
With the blonde with divine feet
Mommy, too comfortable
And for all my people
I take over your mind like a madman
Cooking the enemy as if he were a cannibal
Yo! No one can stop us here
Because I have the key
You know it!
Check it, look me in the eye
I'm a son of a bitch turned into a delinquent
Clemente, be aware, dawn is coming for you
And don't walk on the sidewalk, your time will come
I bring my swing with a neighborhood flavor
This sticky rhythm that the adversary likes
Nigga: What a flavor, what a flavor
Budu: Rap, ha, ha
Nigga: What a flavor you feel when you hear the thing like that, swaying
Budu: with Eddie's track, son, Eddie Palmieri, nothing more and nothing less, show off
Nigga: this is more Latino than anything
Budu: you know what? this is a gift for Juan Carlos Echendia and his family, son
Nigga: Yo! I have flavor, Aka Carlos Madera
Aha, aha, aha
Budu: Rap, ha, ha
Nigga: Budu and Nigga, Budu and Nigga, total mastery with Echendia, 13 Pablo whatever
What flavor the lazy ones have, yo!, What flavor the lazy ones have, yo!, What flavor the lazy ones have, yo!, What flavor the lazy ones have, yo!
Budu: Ha!