IL Capo
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
Vamos, juntensen todos
Que ustedes todos no hacen uno
Metanle con cojones, a mi sin cojones ninguno
A mi cuenta de banco, otro millón le sumo
Y lo que vale tu mierda de cadena en dos meses me fumo
Ustedes no hacen humo, ni cogiendo candela
No me la explotan, ni prendiendomela
Tu super motivado y lo tuyo a mi la pela
Y yo con el mono trepado, te voy a dar luz, toma vela
Ciego sordo y mudo, de noche y de día
La cárcel es para todo el mundo, no brego con la policía
Soy el día a día de todas tus honey
Pues saben que soy rico, como los del Tigre Tony
Imnovación nopara, me merezco un emmy
No sirvo para dos caras, empujense sus Grammys
Pent House en Miami, Veliri y Maserati
And you ain't got no money
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
Fonta dame luz o te hago la cruz
Sales frontudo, antes que yo te mueres tu
Sin carita de malo, cuchillito de palo
Que tu coriilo sabe que gatillo jalo
Asesino imnato, diestro en la pistola
Si saco el de asalto, van dos para la chola
Si cabrón me siento la ultima coca cola
Mamen bicho, todos mis problemas traen cola
De club millones, hasta la muerte
Blin blin el duro, el fuerte
Capiaste el mensaje, yo te me voy de frente
Yo no estoy por nada, la vida es verdad o suerte
Formato, pero no choteen
Andas culiado, igual no me capee
Perfume, des pues que fume, para la peste
Y pichaele a esta gente, they not money
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more)
Yo super pegado, ustedes pegados del piso
Ustedes son el pegado, yo el más pegado del guiso
Breguen con eso, que así papa Dios lo quiso
Como estoy bendecido, no me caen hechizo
Bajen le lambones a esas revoluciones
Que ustedes no van a matarme ni en canciones
Quizás los pillos, hambre y todo cojones
Y me matan las ganas de chingar cabrones
Otras 16 barras y el negro te en barra
Con medio posillo de la jarra
Wi sácale copa, para que barra
A todos estos tierras y su música charra
Son indios con diamantes y yo millote en chancletas
Ninguno le mete, yo los paso hasta en maleta
Por mi te monto en una estrella y llego a otro planeta
Y cuando venga bajando, aterrizo en mi maceta
The Boss
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
Come on, everyone gather 'round
You all don’t make one
Put in the effort, I’m not holding back
I’m adding another million to my bank account
And what your worthless chain is worth, I’ll smoke in two months
You don’t even make smoke, not even catching fire
You can’t blow me up, not even lighting me up
You’re super motivated, but I don’t give a damn
And I’m climbing high, I’m gonna give you light, here’s a candle
Blind, deaf, and mute, night and day
Jail’s for everyone, I don’t mess with the cops
I’m the daily grind for all your honeys
They know I’m rich, like those from Tiger Tony
Innovation nonstop, I deserve an Emmy
I’m not cut out for two-faced people, shove your Grammys
Penthouse in Miami, Velliri and Maserati
And you ain’t got no money
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
Fonta, give me light or I’ll make the sign of the cross
You come out front, before you die, you
Without a tough guy face, just a little knife
'Cause your crew knows I pull the trigger
Born killer, skilled with the gun
If I pull out the assault one, two are going down
If I feel like the last Coca-Cola
Screw you, all my problems come with baggage
From the club millions, until death
Bling bling, the tough guy, the strong one
You got the message, I’m coming straight at you
I’m not here for anything, life’s either real or luck
Format, but don’t snitch
You’re acting all tough, but you can’t catch me
Perfume, after I smoke, for the stench
And screw these people, they ain’t money
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
I’m super high, you all stuck to the ground
You’re the stuck ones, I’m the one who’s really winning
Deal with that, that’s how God wanted it
Since I’m blessed, no spells can touch me
Back off the suck-ups to those revolutions
You’re not gonna kill me, not even in songs
Maybe the thieves, hungry and all that crap
And it kills my vibe to mess with you fools
Another 16 bars and the black guy’s in the bar
With half a bottle from the jug
Pour a drink, so we can clean up
All these lands and their lame music
They’re Indians with diamonds and I’m rolling in flip-flops
None of them can keep up, I’ll pass them even in a suitcase
For you, I’ll put you in a star and reach another planet
And when I come back down, I’ll land in my pot.