Ayo beat em, why you chop em like that?All black, black, black, I give the blue Blanca Blanca, 210, Vlaka, VlakaHouses in Chelsea, we sell them with a ticketThe keys pay us, the security guys hate usBecause we do it and we say itBarracuda in the funky bootThey will put you in the faceMy people are waiting for you in the cornerTo put in the backpack, in the oiled bra-braAll your people are running, as soon as they hear the guitarPanda strapped, many friends but next to me NyanYou hear me and you feel badNinety in the chaosWhen I come close to youYou have the look of a bitchI play with the ball, everything in redWhen I have a problem, I get offI don't care what you say, what I say to youThirty acres, the river is drippingAll black, black, black, I give the blue Blanca Blanca, 210, Vlaka, VlakaI have the keys with the keychainWe never talk, we are probably the leadersI have lived the debt, I have lived the lockMy girl is something like ZinaMysterious plans, you clean up the pamposDon't ask, we say it up closeTwenty-four, seven, where do you sell them?You don't know where you owe and you play it with moneyAnd you play it hardBecause we both know itYou are afraid to open a kiloAnd you say you get it from the mountainYou ask me how my jobs are goingIf my Mercedes is goodI like it when I run in the cityTo take a picture, you go and I go upAll black, black, black, I give the blue Blanca Blanca, 210, Vlaka, VlakaAll black, black, black, I give the blue Blanca Blanca, 210, Vlaka, Vlaka