FUCK EL POLICE - REMIX
The shit, bro
Comuna 4, pai
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (ploh-ploh)
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money (¡dale!)
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (¡vamo'!)
Runnin' through the alley from a cop car
Spotlights shining on me like a rockstar
Homie like flies on shit, got a full clip
About to pop it off as I flip another script (come on)
Stay away from me, I'm an outlaw
'Bout to cut yo ass into pieces with a chainsaw (dale)
See the stain, feel the pain, let your brain thaw
I'm the cocaine in your brain, feel insane, yo (runnin')
My heart's pumping
I gotta keep running and I gotta just hop
Motherfucker, say "hop"
I'm never stopping, and my pistol keep popping
And I gotta just (pa-pa) go
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Bájese del auto, get out of the car, please
Uy, Dios mío, amigo, este bigote ancho de vuelta (Policía Nacional)
(Las manos donde las vea) siempre molestando, guacho, no puede ser, boludo
Señor, acá tengo los papele'
Suban y requísenme si quieren (uh-uh)
Si revisa la mochila, va a encontrar siete Gardele' (ja)
Aunque use cachiporra, un uniforme y una .9
Es imposible disfrazar que los ladrones son ustedes (pu-pu-pu)
Todo menos policía, me enseñó papá de chico
Por eso le hago la guerra a todo' lo' Federico'
Y pa los dinosaurio' que avalan a los milicos
Esta vuelta me la cobro por los treinta mil y pico
Lacoste, Viola, Aramburu y Galtieri son asesino' (oh)
Yo grito: "¡nunca más!" por todo el pueblo argentino
Y si no te quedó claro, te lo digo con BeReal
Fuck el police, me cago en la policía
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a los homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Comuna 4, pai
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (ploh-ploh)
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money (¡dale!)
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin' (¡vamo'!)
Runnin' through the alley from a cop car
Spotlights shining on me like a rockstar
Homie like flies on shit, got a full clip
About to pop it off as I flip another script (come on)
Stay away from me, I'm an outlaw
'Bout to cut yo ass into pieces with a chainsaw (dale)
See the stain, feel the pain, let your brain thaw
I'm the cocaine in your brain, feel insane, yo (runnin')
My heart's pumping
I gotta keep running and I gotta just hop
Motherfucker, say "hop"
I'm never stopping, and my pistol keep popping
And I gotta just (pa-pa) go
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Bájese del auto, get out of the car, please
Uy, Dios mío, amigo, este bigote ancho de vuelta (Policía Nacional)
(Las manos donde las vea) siempre molestando, guacho, no puede ser, boludo
Señor, acá tengo los papele'
Suban y requísenme si quieren (uh-uh)
Si revisa la mochila, va a encontrar siete Gardele' (ja)
Aunque use cachiporra, un uniforme y una .9
Es imposible disfrazar que los ladrones son ustedes (pu-pu-pu)
Todo menos policía, me enseñó papá de chico
Por eso le hago la guerra a todo' lo' Federico'
Y pa los dinosaurio' que avalan a los milicos
Esta vuelta me la cobro por los treinta mil y pico
Lacoste, Viola, Aramburu y Galtieri son asesino' (oh)
Yo grito: "¡nunca más!" por todo el pueblo argentino
Y si no te quedó claro, te lo digo con BeReal
Fuck el police, me cago en la policía
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a lo' homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Fuck el police del país, it's coming
Viene para acá, quiere weed, quiere money
A mí no me toque' a la clicka, a los homie'
Runnin', baby, I'm runnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Mateo Palacios Corazzina, Santiago Gabriel Ruiz, Agustin Brian Taylor
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