100xCiento (part. Foreign Teck, De La Ghetto y Wisin)
Everything Foreign, haha
Oh, Puerto Rico, oh
Toma, ma
Pronto llegará el día de mi suerte
Te lo juro por mi gente, te juro que un día llegará
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top (yeah, yeah)
A mis haters los tengo jalándose el cabello (damn)
Ni me molesto, si mis perros viajan más que ello' (¡kemba!)
Siempre he sido estrella (¡wuh!), pero no me estrello (¡wuh!)
To' lo que yo tiro se vende como yeyo
100% como Big Pun (¡huh!)
Estoy jugando ajedrez, se quedaron en ping pong (uoh)
Nigga, estoy comiendo bien, mírame, estoy pipón (krr)
Amarra a tu shorty, que está suelta como Pippen Larsa (¡puta!)
En Humacao yo soy como Messi en Barça (¡huma!)
Otro gol, la nota pa'l niño, salsa
No hay espacio en la vuelta pa' gente falsa (¡no!)
Yo me acuerdo cuando yo dormía en el estudio preguntando (ee, eh)
¿Cuándo llegará el día de mi suerte?
Te lo juro por mi gente, te juro que un día llegará
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
Papi, yo vengo a hablarte del 100x35
La cuna de Maelo, la tierra de Lavoe
La patria de Frankie Ruiz
Tú sabes que nosotros nos inventamo' la rumba (¡Doble!)
Mr. W, soy el vaquero del área de Cayey
De donde la cultura es dura y el joseo es every day
En los 90 los envidioso' no daban break
Ahora comandamo' en la brea de PR hasta LA
En la tarima, baby, nunca fallo (nunca)
Ni con el combo en el barrio jugando gallo' (tú sabe' ya)
Yo vengo de la tierra de Clemente y Tito Trinidad
Donde rompemo' la puerta si hay una oportunidad (¡tra!)
No me junto con chismoso', cero negatividad
Como mi vieja decía: Pronto se te dará
Joseando por los estudio' de Carola y Bayamón (¡uh!)
Ahora no paro de facturar, ya no me bajo de un avión
Multimillo Records siempre dándole seco (Multimillo Records)
Y el bolsillo de ustedes sigue reseco
Soy del campo, directamente desde La Base (dime, Hyde)
Este flow no se crea, mami, con esto se nace (¡pa!)
Pronto llegará el día de mi suerte
Te lo juro por mi gente, te juro que un día llegará
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
Prende un Phillie, sube la copa
Que nadie sabe el día que nos toca
With no limits, esta vida o en la otra
Cogí el micrófono, nunca solté la corta, no
Prende un Phillie, sube la copa
Que nadie sabe el día que nos toca
With no limits, esta vida o en la otra
Cogí el micrófono, pero no solté la corta, no
She said: Dame suerte, pero no me sueltes
No confía en hombres, la pieza 'ebajo el suéter
Soy de la misma esquina, la playa de frente
Cabrón, soy de La Perla, eso es permanente
Pronto llegará el día de mi suerte
Te lo juro por mi gente, te juro que un día llegará
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
100% (feat. Foreign Teck, De La Ghetto and Wisin)
Everything Foreign, haha
Oh, Puerto Rico, oh
Take it, ma
The day of my luck will come soon
I swear it by my people, I swear that one day it will come
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top (yeah, yeah)
My haters are pulling their hair out (damn)
I don't even bother, if my dogs travel more than them (damn!)
I've always been a star (yeah!), but I don't crash (yeah!)
Everything I throw sells like yayo
100% like Big Pun (huh!)
I'm playing chess, they stayed in ping pong (uoh)
Nigga, I'm eating well, look at me, I'm pimped out (krr)
Tie up your shorty, she's loose like Pippen Larsa (damn!)
In Humacao I'm like Messi in Barça (huma!)
Another goal, the note for the kid, salsa
There's no room for fake people around (no!)
I remember when I used to sleep in the studio asking (hey, eh)
When will my lucky day come?
I swear it by my people, I swear that one day it will come
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
Papi, I come to talk to you about 100x35
The cradle of Maelo, the land of Lavoe
The homeland of Frankie Ruiz
You know we invented the party (Double!)
Mr. W, I'm the cowboy from the Cayey area
Where culture is tough and the joking is every day
In the 90s the envious ones didn't give a break
Now we command in the PR scene all the way to LA
On stage, baby, I never fail (never)
Not even with the crew in the neighborhood playing roosters (you already know)
I come from the land of Clemente and Tito Trinidad
Where we break down the door if there's an opportunity (bring it!)
I don't hang out with gossips, zero negativity
Like my mom used to say: Soon it will come to you
Joking around the studios of Carola and Bayamón (uh!)
Now I don't stop billing, I don't get off a plane anymore
Multimillo Records always giving it dry (Multimillo Records)
And your pockets are still dry
I'm from the countryside, straight from La Base (tell me, Hyde)
This flow isn't created, baby, you're born with it (yeah!)
The day of my luck will come soon
I swear it by my people, I swear that one day it will come
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
Light up a Phillie, raise the cup
No one knows the day it's our turn
With no limits, this life or the next
I grabbed the microphone, never let go, no
Light up a Phillie, raise the cup
No one knows the day it's our turn
With no limits, this life or the next
I grabbed the microphone, but I didn't let go, no
She said: Give me luck, but don't let me go
She doesn't trust men, the piece under the sweater
I'm from the same corner, the beach in front
Bastard, I'm from La Perla, that's permanent
The day of my luck will come soon
I swear it by my people, I swear that one day it will come
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
And we won't stop, we always knew we'd make it
Even though you player hated we still made it to the top
Escrita por: Foreign Teck / Eladio Carrion / Wisin / De la Ghetto / StoopidOnDaBeat