The patrol is watching me (go over there, my nigga)
They are keeping an eye on everything I do (a 1A psychopathy)
To be able to arrest me (from Kinkillero Neto)
To be able to arrest me

The patrol is watching me
They want to know what's cooking
The judge has me signing
And the group 22 is investigating me

When they ambush
I will flee on the stolen motorcycle
And if they catch me, it's no big deal
I'll call the lawyer

My mom always told me
Never trust the police
Hide the weed well
So they don't take you to the station

Every day I light up some haze
A 0.6 gram bud, not all the kinkiyeros
Are criminals, nor do all the poligomas
Follow the law, okay

Your uncle Ramón is a good person with a good heart
But agent Ramón is a bastard, he's an abuser

I don't harm anyone, I'm just smoking a blunt
The real thieves are them, who rob the whole nation
Because I think differently, they say I'm crazy, that I'm sick
The only drug I sell is from my notebook
If the police's job is to protect us
Tell me, who protects us from the police and the government

The patrol is watching me (go over there, my nigga)
They are keeping an eye on everything I do (a 1A psychopathy)
To be able to arrest me (from Kinkillero Neto)
To be able to arrest me

Mr. Officer, I am a singer, not a criminal
Nor a trafficker, at most a street vendor
I am a normal and ordinary person
With a bright future
I will get rich with God in front before
They kill me or sing twenty

I live in a hot neighborhood
This is a gangster zone, that's why I have my record
Although I don't mess around like before
Many people criticize me because I smoke drugs
They should do a doping test on the presidents

You think that because you have a badge on your chest
You have the right to abuse our rights
They are always lurking
They take away the weed I grow
They accuse me of things I haven't done
Until they arrest me, they are not satisfied

Oh, go over there, my nigga
A vanilla with sugar, milk, and honey
I am El Kinkillero Neto
Little rice on the buttons

The patrol is watching me
They are keeping an eye on everything I do
To be able to arrest me
To be able to arrest me
But they will be left with nothing
Because next week I will disguise myself
I will arrive saying I am a gardener

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS