Baja pa' ca
(Underworld of the corps)
Lele
El arma secreta
Baja pa'ca tu tu y tu
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca baja pa'ca
Hey, no hablen tanta lata
O los vo'a partir con la culata
Roncan de blin blin pero son de plata
(Baja pa'ca)
Pa' meterte con el mata rata
Ponerme tu t-shirt y quedarme con tu gata
Yo tengo un chaleco aprueba 'e liricas baratas
Tu y tu corillo son unos batatas
Tu eres otro zangano que con la boca mata
Yo tengo una glock pa' ponerte la chola en las patas
Oiste mamabicho tu y quien mas trata?
Yo soy el cuco de esto y tu eres mi chata
Lele "el arma secreta"
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na' na' na'
Baja pa'ca* baja pa'ca
Se parecen a las tantas
Otro mas que ya no canta
Terminan tirao o arropao con una manta
Parece que no han visto como el aka los levanta
Mas de 40 casquillos en plena semana santa
Ustedes son mas fantas mas que un 25 de santa
Y sus letras no dan pa' tanta
Las mias te degollan la garganta!!!
Un paso adelante te vamo' a dar una cuantas
Tu mis sueños no levantas
Tu eres otro bobo que mamamanta
Tu, tu mis sueños no levantas
Tu eres otro bobo que mamamanta
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na'* na'* na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na'* na'* na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na'* na'* na'
Baja pa'ca
Ustedes no hacen na'* na'* na'
Baja pa'ca* baja pa'ca
Baja pa'ca...baja pa'ca
Lele ''el arma secreta''
Hebreo ''el de la mezcla pesa''
Underworld record
Desde el salon donde al boligrafo...no se le acaba la tinta
Ustedes son mas fantas mas que un 25 de santa* mamabicho
Manuela en la casa
Barbosa* castaño
Tu baja pa'ca y no ronkes tanto
Lechon! Cabron!
Papi nosotros no creemos en la luz electrica
Tirate* que estamos bien aborresio jeje
Come down here
(Underworld of the corps)
Lele
Secret weapon
Come down to you, you and you
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca go down pa'ca
Hey, don't talk so much
Or I'm going to break them with the butt
They snore from blin blin but they are made of silver
(Go down pa'ca)
To mess with the rat killer
Put on your t-shirt and stay with your cat
I have a vest that approves of cheap lyrics
You and your group are sweet potatoes
You are another drone who kills with his mouth
I have a glock to put the chola on your legs
Did you hear mamabicho, you and who else treats?
I am the bogeyman of this and you are my chata
Lele "the secret weapon"
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca
You do nothing' na' na'
Go down pa'ca* go down pa'ca
They look like so many
Another one who no longer sings
They end up being wrapped up in a blanket
It seems that they have not seen how the aka lifts them up
More than 40 shells in the middle of Easter
You are more ghosts than a 25th of Santa
And his lyrics are not enough
Mine cut your throat!!!
One step forward, we're going to give you a few
You don't lift my dreams
You are another fool who sucks
You, you don't lift my dreams
You are another fool who sucks
Go down pa'ca
You don't do anything'* na'* na'
Go down pa'ca
You don't do anything'* na'* na'
Go down pa'ca
You don't do anything'* na'* na'
Go down pa'ca
You don't do anything'* na'* na'
Go down pa'ca* go down pa'ca
Go down pa'ca...come down pa'ca
Lele ''the secret weapon''
Hebrew ''he of the heavy mixture''
Underworld record
From the room where the pen...doesn't run out of ink
You are more ghosts than a 25th of Santa* mamabicho
Manuela at home
Barbosa* chestnut
You go down slowly and don't snore so much
Lechon! Bastard!
Daddy, we don't believe in electric lights.
Get off* we're fine hehe hehe