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That shit, bro
Commune 4, pa
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
Running, baby, I'm running
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
Running, baby, I'm running
I'm still the same guy, but now in the fucking shit
Now the zombies dance, the cops throw rage
You die from a little unnecessary violence
You lack rights that I learned in primary school
Uh, TR1 in the area
Up on stage I look like a Super Saiyan
The blue lights, the uniform with the Ray Bans
They are the ones who chase me wherever I go, wherever I go
If Trueno says "hip", the whole neighborhood says "hop"
He says "hip", they say "hop!", he says "hip", they say "hop!"
Fuck the police, they shit the Robocop
They don't turn off the monoblock with their "what the fuck?" faces, daddy
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
Running, baby, I'm running
Fuck the police del país, it's coming-min'-min'
Fu-fu-fu-fuck
Fuck the police, fu-fuck the police
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
They call us "black head", everyone knows who we are
They don't stop us with water, fire, or lead.
Officer, I need three patrol cars, there is a party in La Boca
At 11 we have a party and at 12 the wolf comes out
But it's not going to stop us because we are more than them
They are not going to catch us because we are more than them
Ah, this is the fucking town song
They don't silence us even by putting their knee on our necks
Hip-hop so that I have and so that I keep
They scratch their mustache but it's too late
Videla and Massera have already paid for it with blood
911 times I shit on your motherfucker
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
Running, baby, I'm running
Fuck the police del país, it's coming
He comes here, he wants weed, he wants money
Don't touch the clicka on me, on the homies
Running, baby, I'm running
