Conteo
King of Kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
Yo soy Don
Conteo
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro salte Que va pasando mi combo
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro que va pasando mi combo
Mami tu la matas sola
Apodera esa tela
Si el record te controla
El negro te consuela
Rompe esa consola
Con Nelly la vuela
Como se musea
La Miss Piel Canela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso y vela
A lo old escuela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Eah eah
Que es pura candela
Incienso y vela
A lo old escuela
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Marchen
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro salte Que va pasando mi combo
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro que va pasando mi combo
Ella sin ropa
Te flota en las tropas
Burbujas que se estrujan
Con un Champagne en copa
Si se pone las botas
La nota te explota
Ponle un trajecito
Que solita se azota
Se toca toa'
Te aprieta como boa
Su beso de malta
Y te sabe hasta a cocoa
Ella anda con un combo
Que dice que va a toas
Eso lo vemos ahora ahora
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro salte Que va pasando mi combo
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro que va pasando mi combo
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Socio no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Marchen
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro salte Que va pasando mi combo
Uno dos tres cuatro marchando las gatas forman alboroto
Uno dos tres cuatro que va pasando mi combo
Marchen
Uno dos tres cuatro que va pasando mi combo
Count
King of Kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
I am Don
Count
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by
Mami, you kill it alone
Take control of that fabric
If the record controls you
The black man consoles you
Break that console
With Nelly, she flies
How she muses
The Miss Cinnamon Skin
Eah eah
She's pure fire
Incense and candle
In the old school style
She has that spell
That keeps my crew awake
Don't give her oats
Or you'll end up losing
Eah eah
She's pure fire
Incense and candle
In the old school style
She has that spell
That keeps my crew awake
Don't give her oats
Or you'll end up losing
March
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by
She without clothes
Floats in the troops
Bubbles that are squeezed
With a Champagne in a glass
If she puts on her boots
The note explodes
Put on a little suit
And she whips herself
She touches herself all over
Squeezes you like a boa
Her malt kiss
Tastes like cocoa
She hangs out with a crew
That says it's going everywhere
We'll see that now now
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by
Partner, don't snore at me
Because
You'll feel the torque
Don't touch
Don't provoke us
Or I'll drop the boat on you
Partner, don't snore at me
Because
You'll feel the torque
Don't touch
Don't provoke us
Or I'll drop the boat on you
March
One two three four my crew marching makes a commotion
One two three four jump, my crew is passing by
One two three four the cats marching make a commotion
One two three four my crew is passing by
March
One two three four my crew is passing by