| sounds, mamalona, sounds
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| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
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| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
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| I'm going around to see if I saw you
|
| sounds, mamalona, sounds
|
| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
|
| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
|
| I'm going around to see if I saw you
|
| At night and during the day all week
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| Marijuana and marijuana kiss each other with great desire
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| "Why will you be so mean?" |
| marijuana question
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| If when I'm with you I feel more inspired
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| Just as elevated, I don't know how to explain to you
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| The words fly, as in the songs of the Cartel
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| "I don't want to leave you" she tells him honestly
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| I don't care, mother, what people tell me
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| Each one their environment, each one their taste
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| To me without knowing me and how I want to scare them
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| They look at me, downcast, no more by the facade
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| And they even cross themselves if they see me killing bacha
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| On a night full of stars
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| I smoked weed in the pure soledae
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| On a night full of stars
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| Bastard if I smoke a pork rind
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| My consciousness becomes flow
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| And even the most fucking bald guy gets a shear
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| Betrayal like Samson
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| That's why I'm Aaron
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| A carnation for the ranflon
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| The rest in the canton
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| Maria from the neighborhood, Maria weed
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| The craziest of girls
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| The warrior and the panchangero like it
|
| Came from the hill for the whole world
|
| sounds, mamalona, sounds
|
| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
|
| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
|
| I'm going around to see if I saw you
|
| sounds, mamalona, sounds
|
| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
|
| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
|
| I'm going around to see if I saw you
|
| With all the gang
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| giving him the role
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| i like skunk
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| Also Home run
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| To walk slow
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| Like a low-low
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| Tumbao', Tumbao', Tumbao'
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| Watch as the smoke spins
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| Inside the helix while my body sucks it in
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| Cannabis sativa up and down
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| All according to the mind of the brave who dares
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| Take Tito out for the cow, tails of the paca, I fly for the amaca
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| I burn his legs, like Satan
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| And hell is hot where I live most
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| (On a night full of stars
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| I smoked weed in pure solitude, on a night full of stars)
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| sounds, mamalona, sounds
|
| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
|
| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
|
| I'm going around to see if I saw you
|
| sounds, mamalona, sounds
|
| The basses rumble, the whole trunk trembles
|
| The smoke that flies is from the Maria
|
| I'm going around to see if I saw you |