G.A.T.O Lyrics (English Translation) – L-Gante

[Intro]
I’m always crazy, and you’re crazy smoking lettuce
I fall with my band, we immediately shut up like lettuce (Shh)
They throw bad luck at us, and when I was down, they didn’t ask for help
Here we are, we don’t buy into Judas

[Chorus]
You’re really a cat
I don’t buy into stupidity, I’ve been on fire for a while
We’re going out with a Bora al sopi, drinking lagarto (Eh)
I’ll break your badge, pass me the can, I’ll uncork
Cat, eh
[Verse 1]
I’m going to the VIP area with a .38, I’ll uncork some goodies
You guys are all badasses, we’ll steal all our tits
Shut the fu*k up, okay?
Italian cut, with all my brothers, we’re always chilling.
Full of looks and bling-bling, lots of Philip Morris.
I’m sorry, I never ran away from the cap (Nah)
I’m always looking for the money (Yeah)
From the Westside like Fat Sonny
A couple of rocks, a couple of Mili Pili’s (Mili)
Sometimes I invest a few mili (Mili)
Here we sing the real thing to you (Eh)
You guys never did a wheelie (Nah, nah, nah; eh)
I go out with the savages, really chopped up in a flatbed, we don’t even pay a toll, eh
Elegance in crime so those posh kids hate me when I put on a suit, ah (Bling-bling)
A lot of them act like devils and live with their hair tied because they don’t have the courage, ah
We don’t even have room, here we stay piled up To the pile with the thugs, eh (Prr, prr)

[Proverb]
And you’re a real cat
She says I’m a real boss
You’re a real cat
She says I’m a real thief
And you’re a real cat

She drinks the milk from the plate
And you’re a real cat, cat

[Verse 2]
The b!tches who ask me for a song and are even calling the walkie-talkie
I’m more virginal than Coqui, here I’ve already got another roqui
Urros are doing well, Chucky, the a$\, let them throw the opi
If they know we’re breaking up here, you’re going all out on Krusty, eh, ah
The good guys with the good guys, I don’t buy from the fake ones, here everyone respects us
Baroja loads the shotgun and holds back the smoke from the dry
All my ñeri are flowing Jeepeta, living it that becomes a lyric
If I want tussi, I have it for sale
We’ll do it right away, no fuss
The turrita moves the burrita to the rhythm of the axe, ta-ra-ta-ta
We’ll break the ranch, don’t let anyone know, pla-pla
Here we’re full of problems, even if the pepa lives (Hey, long live, long live the pe—)
I start my tour in the slums and end up at the apartment, eh

[Chorus]
You’re a real cat
I don’t buy with gile, I’ve been in flames for a while
We go out with a Bora al sopi, drinking lagarto (Eh)
I’ll break your badge, pass me the can, I’ll uncover
Cat, eh

[Outro]
From the neighborhood to the neighborhood
Cumbia 420, L-Gante Keloke
Maxi El Brother
One Blood Music
Without chucu
Omar Varela, pa
L (You know)
L (La Mafilia speaks)
Hey, L.
L-Ghent Keloke
L, huh
With style and elegance