Titubeo (part. Homer El Mero Mero)

Hey
The Main One
L-Gante, what's up?

The moon shines in the little town
Always marijuana, never fake
To the fakes, I break them if they try, hey
And at night in the hallways

With the guys we go for a walk
Very marijuana, 24/7 adding up the zeros
The tough guys are ready for the showdown, hey
And we don't accept hesitation

Because we're out for a walk
Very marijuana, 24/7 adding up the zeros
The tough guys are ready for the showdown, hey
And we don't accept hesitation

Today we're going out for a walk
We arrive at the party with guns
The same ones I brought for the video
Your girl gets wet when I rap
You know I'm always ready for the shootout
Brother, I never hesitate

The Beretta spits on its own
L-Gante put the fernet and I put the Coca-Cola
L-Gante put the red wine, I put a couple of clones
And now Argentina is partying
The fakeness is ending

That's why I'm touring the streets
I laugh at all those characters
They don't know what I brought, to lower your rating
I come with a couple of models who give me a massage

And calm up there, I don't even see those crazy ones
With my mother, I swear I don't even see them
I walk alone, don't burn me
If they shoot, I shoot back, and welcome to my game

Don't cry, I just came to make money
But if I pull the trigger, I could break them
Poor those rappers who still need to mature
The Luciana Salazars only live to pose

The moon shines in the little town
Always marijuana, never fake
To the fakes, I break them if they try, yes
And at night in the hallways

With the guys we go for a walk
Very marijuana, 24/7 adding up the zeros
The tough guys are ready for the showdown, hey
And we don't accept hesitation

Because we're out for a walk
Very marijuana, 24/7 adding up the zeros
The tough guys are ready for the showdown (L-Gante, what's up)
Hey, and we don't accept hesitation

My chorus lights up, it's in the scene
I have all the guys moving in the town
I bring the essence and the mud on the sneaker
All my buddies are looking for their piece

And yours are out there giving away
And I'm really winning, with red eyes
I walk at night with a stolen phillie
They look at me sideways because I'm well focused

In the street, on the sidewalk, for the coward
We're going to hit them until they burst, we're in rhythm with the crew
A red wine is my style, a clande in the fifth
They don't respect them and they think they're terrorists

They irritate me, they imitate my style and my ink
They'll burst if they try to fly on my track
Envy throws at me and the fools look at me
If I fall from the top and it's in the cabida

And my boys don't care what you have
We also make it short if you want
The marijuana that smells to me, I just smoked it
It's Homer Mero Mero with the what's up, eh?

Cumbia 4:20 for the black ones, hey
Main One, dog
L-Gante, what's up, hey
DT.Bilardo
Maxi The Brother
From the Far West, buddy
(Bilardo is on the beat, oh)