RULO VERDE (part. DT.Bilardo y Eric Santana)

Oh, now yes
Hey, what's up that I woke up here?

The sun hits my face, I look worn out
My eyes are squinted, very relaxed
The patrol passes by frequently here
And I'm still up from the night before

And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen

We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash

I'm a black cumbia guy like a green curl
I wear an 11 thousand dollar green chain
For those who act tough
We'll come for them and we'll get them

And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen

We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash

Causing turbulence in the whole scene
Your outlook doesn't match mine
Ghosts are given away by the dozen
And my girl stands out from the pack

I like her to be shameless
She rolls 420 and stirs things up
She gets on the fake ones and always goes without a care
She wears a hoodie while smoking a cigarette

Ready for the fight, she doesn't listen to the prudes
She has a couple of girls who make a lot of money
Bring the champeta and let the corks fly
My girl smokes and chops the buds

Because

I'm a black cumbia guy like a green curl
And I wear an 11 thousand dollar green chain
For those who act tough
We'll come for them and we'll get them

And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen

We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash

And we throw them in the soup
Look at your crew that's high
We're chilling in the tropics
We give a hard time to all the guys
For the thugs, the bandits, and the hitwomen

We're really hungover, those girls are hot
I'm smoking hash
I pick her up on a Gilera Smash
If there's a photo opportunity, take the flash
I'm at the club spending cash

They give themselves to me, no need to sweet talk
I take her with weed and champagne
I pass that high snow
Look at L-Gante, how cool

I feel like Sandro, I come out in a robe
I have a girl who acts innocent
I rolled two joints of what they snatch
And if I get high, she tells me: Enough

Hey
It's really wild
Cumbia 420 for the black guys
Hey, L-Gante Keloke
Oah, the one who hit with RKT
And brought the movement
Harder than cement
Straight from the tower, eh
And not for surveillance
Cat!