Hoola Hoop - Chavo

Entre el bien y el mal Desde Argentina, Buenos Aires, la República Popular de La Boca Desde Catalina Sur al barrio chino Marcando el camino, construyendo el destino En un barrio fino, pero ladino, dulce pero asesino De artistas y malandrinos nació un Trueno Entre flores y lluvia de veneno Tantos hater' te atacaban por ser nuevo Entre batallas de freestyle encontraste tu terreno Transformando algo malo en algo bueno Blanco, negro, gano, pierdo Caigo, vuelvo, mato, muero Tantas horas dedicadas desde cero El barrio necesitaba tu voz como vocero Así que es hora de enseñarle' lo que en el barrio aprendemo' Desde el amor de tu madre hasta la historia de tu abuelo Exportando al mundo el sonido del riachuelo Levantate de esa esquina y muéstrales cómo lo hacemo' (eh, ey) (¡Olé, olé-olé-olé!) uh Grr-pa-pa-pa-pa (¡Trueno, Trueno!) Segundo disco y vuelvo pa mandar la escena al garete Lo que vo' no hacés con 3' yo lo hice a los 17 Who's back? Tenemo' el control, no el machete To' tus traperito' suenan de juguete Guacho, corta, dame el beat, que le' enseño cómo e' Parezco del Bronx, pero soy del bajo de la LB (de la LB) Hice un disco rascándome los huevo' y me pegué Y si decís que el rap estaba muerto, lo resucité A la mierda tu empresa, tu papel, tu juzgado Yo estoy fuera de la escena, es un crimen organizado, ja, ja Ya no hay tiempo pa mira' al pasado Los yankee' me piden tiempo porque vienen atrasado', niño Y si se escucha (hoop, hoop), tate ready Yo siempre con mis ñeri' por si se pone heavy Las cuatro comunas a los cuatro viento' Algunos se comen la peli sin leer el cuento Y si se escucha (hoop, hoop), tate ready Yo siempre con mis ñeri' por si se pone heavy Las cuatro comunas a los cuatro viento' Alguno' se comen la peli sin leer el, ah ¡Olé, olé-olé-olé! ¡Trueno, Trueno!

City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying I set the table For the ghosts in my home, my home And pour the wine, and raise a glass For the guests in my home They're entering In their skin and in their bones, still in their bones The vision scares, but none compares To the dread of drinking alone After the tower's turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker They could never go in So I let them in, oh... City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying I light the candle For the ghosts in my home, my home And say a prayer to please send care For the guests in my home But in their sleep They claw and scream the devil home (The devil's come home) But that nightmare Does not compare to the demons in sleeping alone After the tower is turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker And with nowhere to go They wash up on Skid Row, oh... City bird, city bird Fly away from my window, my window 'Cause you don't sing Like the birds from home sing Your song is dying

I feel a little Are you feeling that? Are you feeling that? Tell me what you feel Tell me what you feel I'm feeling a little tipsy yeah Are you feeling that Are you feeling that Are you feeling that, yeah I'm feeling a little tipsy yeah Are you feeling that Are you feeling that Are you feeling that, yeah Big batty inna di rip jeans yeah How'd you fit in that How'd you fit in that How'd you fit in that, yeah Are you feeling a little tipsy yeah Are you feeling that Are you feeling that Are you feeling that Careful with my drink We don't mix our drinks No, chase when you're with soul Dance to calypso Now baby tickytickytocky She give me hickey while she grab me pon mi cocky Oh no, I mixed the brown with white I might just miss my flight Cause I, need you, tonight And you, got what, I like So let's skip all the foreplay The penthouse comes with rosé I can't feel my face I just feel your waist