Cholo 2 (part. Eladio Carrion)

Says
So you can watch, fuckin' fly
Bea-Bea-BeatBoy, how'd you do it?

In Pljevlja, Montenegro, or in Skorpios, Greece
They call me Phillip Monseño, bank account in Sweden
Tech Nike suits, Vacheron Constantin
Dinners with Asians, from Barbas, Scream caps

I'm Batman at night, I'm in night mode
Diamonds on rings, I stole 'em from Saturn
With guns, two, three girls in the Porsche burnin' raw
Partying all night in Vegas with Leslie Chow

Tutankhamun gave me a bag that I inhaled with Anubis
I started seeing monsters like Shaggy with Scooby
I smoked with death like the guy from Scary Movie
Powder of all colors, like Rubik's cubes

They never find my house, it's secret like Atlantis
With cash, the dog dances and the girls drop their panties
Coming in from Italy, sends Roberto Cavalli
They see us as bosses, he sent us in the Sally

A laser on your forehead, you’ll look like a Hindu
I don’t even need to touch you, not even with voodoo dolls
Throwing stacks at girls in Hollywood under the stars
With M and tequila from the humble, those are my bottles

And how much is too much?
What’s a lot for me is little, and what’s little is extra
Time is wise
And worth more than gold, and we’re already loaded with gold

This is double H, from Humacao to Hermosillo
I hit the street, your advance in my pocket
Under the radar, I dry 'em out, and they get pissed
How’d we do it? Brick by brick

I’ve been the same since I got rich
Yeah, fuck with you, but I don’t trust lions
On my own, but if you mess with mine, they’ll light you up in the face like a fuckin' cigarette
And with my crew, don’t mess around, it’ll cost you a lot

UTI, you’ll never hear the shot from the ambulance, wow
And every time I go out, I’m smelling good, and strapped
I walk smooth wherever, I’m valid everywhere, cool all around
I’m with my boys, a couple of forties, a couple of shorties

With the stacks on top laughing, they’re $20, they’re $100
Some crazy ones, I cover their faces in photos
If the cops ask us, I always respond: Who?
I’m with my boys, a couple of forties, a couple of shorties

I got haters, but they’re ghosts, they don’t show up
The Dracos from Romania, the car from Germany
The cone’s Japanese, I deposit in yen
Tell me, Victor, ballin' like Chris Paul

Never L, always W, WestCOL session
Now it’s all New Balance, I gave away all my Air Forces
Fuck with me, mistake, they’ll leave you red, Cliffor

So much is so much