Chambean (part. Tego Calderón)
D-Note is on the beat
The Beatllionare
Yo ando con el combo, el combo un palo en el Can-Am
GPS en to' mis carro', yo sé siempre dónde están
Pa' avería', clavo' en lo KIA' corren por la mía
Blanco Perla como lo' leone' frente la casa 'e Elia'
Y yo naci con ticke', súmale a eso to' lo que me busco
Ma' a eso las casa' y las maquina' que conduzco
La tarjeta, me dicen la navaja que nadie baja
En White Lion, yo soy como el 700 en Yamaha
Entro a la discoteque en el brazo el Patek
Todo lo que tú hipoteques, lo plancho en un cheque
'Toy saldo, sardina, el dinero que no termina
Po' encima se cocina y tengo kiosco en to'a la' esquina'
Monkey see, monkey do, tu gata esta en el menú
Quiere montarse en el jate, ya se hartó del Sea Doo
Quiere janguear con lo' que entran pa' la disco, los carbón fibra
Tú siempre estas pela'o, dicen que no han llega'o la libra
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Los-Los que dicen que en verda' se la beben
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Y a la hora de la verda' no se atreven
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Jeh, lo' brother' tuyo' y tu hermano', jeh
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Ni-Ninguno mete mano, cabrón
Six millions ways to die, choose one
Despué' que yo saco la AK-Pistol, nigga, run, run
Tambore' en refill, yo mando de mil en mil
Una casa en PR, do' mansione' en Beverly Hills
Tengo satelite', en frente e' casa de to' lo' elite
El jefe' tuyo me lo mama, me meto pa'l canto de él, ¿y qué?
Si a última hora meten chiqui-chambon
Y todo el mundo sabe que yo tengo un combo cabrón
Prrum, si te pillo por la calle, dice prrum
Te vacío encima un carbón-15
Y sin cojone' que me traiga cola, metete en la chola
Pa' guerrear yo tengo lo que a ti te falta en la' bola'
Y sigo en cuatro canto', ya borré cassette
En lo' pie' la' October Red, en el cuello son to' baguette
Los trabajo' y las taquilla' guardá' en el chalette
Y el material en el kiosco moviéndose como e', brrr
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Los-Los que están contigo twenty-four hour'
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Meten freno cuando sienten el power
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Hoy sacamo' la calle a pasear
Cabrón, lo' tuyo' chambean, chambean
Esto es pa'l barrio pa'l residencial
Tego Calderón, puñeta
Aquí no hay feca', man, respeto y to' pero tampoco así
¿Qué fue? ¿Qué tú te crees? Pa'l carajo, cabrón
Con Coscu me cojo un mes pa' irme pa' la calle, pa'l residencial y más na'
(The Beatllionaire)
El Mueka
Y la bestia, el Princi
Brr
They Work (feat. Tego Calderón)
D-Note is on the beat
The Beatllionare
I walk with the crew, the crew a stick in the Can-Am
GPS in all my cars, I always know where they are
For breakdowns, nails in the KIAs run for mine
Pearl White like the lions in front of Elia's house
And I was born with money, add to that all that I look for
Plus the houses and the machines I drive
The card, they call me the razor that no one lowers
In White Lion, I'm like the 700 on Yamaha
I enter the club with the Patek on my arm
Everything you mortgage, I pay with a check
I'm balanced, sardine, the money that never ends
On top it's cooked and I have a kiosk on every corner
Monkey see, monkey do, your girl is on the menu
She wants to ride the jet ski, she's tired of the Sea Doo
She wants to hang out with those who come to the club, the carbon fiber
You're always broke, they say they haven't reached the pound
Bastard, yours work, work
Those who say they really drink it
Bastard, yours work, work
And when it's time for the truth, they don't dare
Bastard, yours work, work
Jeh, your brothers and your brothers, jeh
Bastard, yours work, work
None of them get involved, bastard
Six millions ways to die, choose one
After I pull out the AK-Pistol, nigga, run, run
Drums on refill, I send from thousand to thousand
A house in PR, two mansions in Beverly Hills
I have satellites, in front of all the elite's houses
Your bosses suck me off, I get into their corner, so what?
If at the last minute they bring in chiqui-chambon
And everyone knows I have a badass crew
Prrum, if I catch you on the street, it says prrum
I empty a carbine-15 on you
And without balls to bring me a tail, get into the chola
To fight I have what you lack in the balls
And I keep going in four corners, I already erased the cassette
On my feet the October Red, on my neck they're all baguette
The jobs and the tickets stored in the chalet
And the material in the kiosk moving like, brrr
Bastard, yours work, work
Those who are with you twenty-four hours
Bastard, yours work, work
They brake when they feel the power
Bastard, yours work, work
Today we take the street for a walk
Bastard, yours work, work
This is for the neighborhood, for the residential area
Tego Calderón, damn
There's no shit here, man, respect and all but not like that either
What's up? What do you think? To hell, bastard
With Coscu I take a month to go to the street, to the residential area and nothing else
(The Beatllionaire)
El Mueka
And the beast, the Princi
Brr