LYRIC

son las 12 y el corillo q no acare nos vamo,
un pal de juguetes a fuleteal nos llevamos,
eso q a tripiar y la montamos
pa q nebuleen unos focos le damos .
el plan sigue el vasilon sigue
nos vamos a la disco a cantar mi ley
con la paja bien ahyto y los carro ascicalao
esta noche de nosotros nos vamos ranqueao
de momento nos pararon guardias
nos dijeron baja la ventanas huele a marihuan
señor oficial con todo respeto usted la baja
no ve q vamos a la disco a buscar gatas
yo tengo licencia
tu no tienes una orden de un juez
tu no puyedes rebuscar estamos en ley
tamos chili socio a los guardias les ganamos
la llenamos full y ya la echamos abajo
y a circuito las gatas tan esperando
y esta nohe dale hasta bajo

Translated Version

it's 12 and the spindle that doesn't care is going,
a pallet of toys to fuleteal we take,
that q to trip and we ride it
pa q nebuleen some spotlights we give him.
the plan follows the vasilon goes on
we're going to the disco to sing my law
with the straw well ahyto and the carts ascicalao
tonight we're going ranqueao
for now we were stopped by guards
we were told low the windows smells like marihuan
officer gentleman with all due respect you lower
doesn't see that we're going to the disco to look for cats
I have a license
you don't have a warrant from a judge
you can't search we're in law
we tamos chili partner to the guards we beat
we fill it full and we've already thrown it down
and to circuit the cats so waiting
and this one hasn't hit him up low

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