Quiero Un Gallo

I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt

I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt

I want an armed rooster, I'm already trembling
I want to be very high, very high, very high
I want a fine rooster, all rolled up, here, put it on me
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt

I didn't need to ask for permission from mom and dad
It was a decision I made by my balls and that's it (yeah)
I honor and respect them, my rooster is ready to wake me up
I'm going to prescribe you to relieve stress, forge you with your buddies

I burn the tip of it
I smoke, oh what a lovely girl
Five minutes after lighting it up, I walk like in flip-flops
It barely scratches my throat, but no big deal, it can handle it

Dance and smile at my house, see how much fun she's having
I don't know if she's a vegetarian
If she is, I'll take her to a farm
To plant and harvest whatever I want

'When do you finish high school?' My mom asks me
Stop it, right? - No!
Stop it, right? - No!

I'm making records, money, a lot with my raps
Who would've thought a rooster was the one who taught me to fly
Fly, fly very high, I'm tired of drinking
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
I want a rooster to fly, fly, fly, fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Since I was twelve, Mary Jane knows me
She said 'Better if you don't cough'
I was introduced to rap at fourteen
I came for the gold and the bronze
My show starts at eleven
I want a rooster, a rooster to put on a huge show
Because it looks dissatisfied, it lights up and doesn't throw the beast
We're just throwing moricuas for the whole block

Move aside bitches, none of you hoes are real
A hoe always a hoe, homie, you know
Light that shit up, what are you waiting for
In papers, in blunts, apple, lemon, a potato and even a pear
Wraps in a bun, crumble that weed, it teaches you
It has many sticks and seeds, but it gets you worse if it didn't

No more rivotril or I'll turn into Kill Bill
In this vibe, B-Real told me: I only smoke weed like Cypress Hill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No more rivotril or I'll turn into Kill Bill
In this vibe, B-Real told me: I only smoke weed like Cypress Hill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt
I want a rooster, a rooster, a rooster or a blunt