Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Casa en la Montaña 2, artist - Aleman. Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Casa en la Montaña 2(original) |
| Ajá |
| Sí, pues |
| Yao |
| Rayas y fumes en lunes |
| «¿Qué tan común es?, ¿qué tanto consumes?» |
| Me digo al espejo mientras que mi boca se entume |
| Y ese güey contesta «Okay, boomer"(Jajajaja) |
| Obvio sé que no lo necesito |
| Pero me pongo blandito cuando sale el papelito |
| Y ahí estoy cagándola, metiéndome perico |
| Aventuras en Pañales, más mermado que Carlitos |
| Comienza por diversión y se alimenta de ambición |
| Por el gusto, por la feria, el respeto y por la acción |
| En todo momento se toma una decisión |
| Unas te dan lo mejor y otras te mandan a prisión |
| Yo tenía un valedor que un rato se la llevó |
| Pudo hacerlo por más tiempo, metió el blanco y se acabó |
| Aunque verde es su color, su mercado es negro, bro |
| No todo es amor y paz en el humo de tu bong |
| Fuck the popo, ando repartiendo las bolsitas en la moto |
| Saben que yo tengo la mejor mota y no hay otro |
| No hago mucha placa, no me gusta alzar polvo |
| Pero sé muy bien qué palmera tiene coco |
| Sé cómo se mueve el agua |
| Dinero sucio, fácil llega, fácil se te acaba (Simón) |
| No importa si tienes la luz, se te apaga |
| Y terminas igual, en cero, sin nada |
| ¡La pinche Homegrown Mafia! |
| ¡Wuh-wuh! |
| Yeah |
| Controlando este pinche pedo, man |
| Ey-yo, Fntxy |
| Double Dee, Yoga Fire |
| Muelas de Gang-Gang-Gang-Gang |
| Ey-yo, Cozy Cuz, what up, bro? |
| El ojo del pinche trap, nigga, what’s up, homie? |
| Ey, Phul King Fu |
| Yo no estaba muerto ni estaba de parranda |
| Estaba en la trampa del humo que me atrapa |
| La mata no está santa cuando la muerte es blanca |
| Yo siento que me ataca, rápido me sofoca |
| Pesado como roca, no subo a las nubes |
| Me siento de la verga, como tú cada lunes |
| Puto, tú no lo dudes, todo tiene dos caras |
| Así que ponte vergas si sientes cosas raras (Verga) |
| Creo que era 2003, iban camino pa' un rave |
| La mayoría morrillos loqueando, primera vez |
| Eh, tenían al tope la hielera, tequila y chela |
| Más varios chavos en la suela y en la cajuela |
| ¿Qué es lo que ven? |
| Un retén, los van a torcer |
| Le dicen «párense», ey, los bajan los feds |
| Les encontraron varias broncas que nada que ver |
| Y ahora sus padres pierden miles en el M.P. |
| Simón, a la verga, saqué a mi familia vendiendo a la droga |
| To’avía recuerdo el aroma, y aquí me tienen ahora |
| Cómo cambian las persona' |
| Debo otro año en la sombra, ahora mi jaina tirándole a zorras |
| Sé que mi hijo me odia, mi jefa todos los días me llora |
| Ey, estaba caliente el terreno (Bien caliente) |
| Aquí el malo se come a los buenos (Bye-bye) |
| Allá afuera no nos conocemo', no te la acabes, la calle es veneno |
| (translation) |
| AHA |
| yes, well |
| Yao |
| Stripes and fumes on Monday |
| "How common is it? How much do you consume?" |
| I tell myself in the mirror while my mouth goes numb |
| And that guy replies "Okay, boomer" (Hahahaha) |
| Obviously I know I don't need it |
| But I get soft when the piece of paper comes out |
| And there I am screwing up, getting into parakeet |
| Adventures in Diapers, more depleted than Carlitos |
| He starts for fun and feeds on ambition |
| For the taste, for the fair, the respect and for the action |
| At all times a decision is made |
| Some give you the best and others send you to prison |
| I had a guardian who took her away for a while |
| He was able to do it longer, hit the target and it was over |
| Although green is his color, his market is black, bro |
| It's not all love and peace in your bong smoke |
| Fuck the popo, I'm handing out the bags on the motorcycle |
| They know that I have the best pot and there is no other |
| I don't do a lot of plaque, I don't like kicking up dust |
| But I know very well which palm tree has a coconut |
| I know how water moves |
| Dirty money, it comes easily, it runs out easily (Simón) |
| It doesn't matter if you have the light, it goes out |
| And you end up the same, at zero, with nothing |
| The fucking Homegrown Mafia! |
| Whoo-whoo! |
| yeah |
| Controlling this fucking fart, man |
| Hey yo, fntxy |
| Double Dee, Yoga Fire |
| Gang-Gang-Gang-Gang molars |
| Hey-yo, Cozy Cuz, what up, bro? |
| The eye of the fucking trap, nigga, what's up, homie? |
| Hey Phul King Fu |
| I wasn't dead and I wasn't partying |
| I was in the trap of the smoke that catches me |
| The kill is not holy when death is white |
| I feel that it attacks me, it quickly suffocates me |
| Heavy as a rock, I don't climb the clouds |
| I feel like shit, like you do every Monday |
| Puto, don't hesitate, everything has two faces |
| So get dicks if you feel strange things (Dick) |
| I think it was 2003, they were on their way to a rave |
| Most morrillos freaking out, first time |
| Eh, they had the cooler full, tequila and chela |
| Plus several kids in the sole and in the trunk |
| What do they see? |
| A seal, they are going to twist |
| They tell him "stand up", hey, the feds lower them |
| They found several fights that had nothing to do with |
| And now his parents lose thousands in the M.P. |
| Simon, fuck it, I got my family out by selling drugs |
| I still remember the aroma, and here I am now |
| How do people change? |
| I owe another year in the shade, now my jaina fucking sluts |
| I know my son hates me, my boss cries to me every day |
| Hey, the ground was hot (Very hot) |
| Here the bad one eats the good ones (Bye-bye) |
| Out there we don't know each other', don't finish it, the street is poison |