Voy Subiendo
Yo soy el maleante el que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren verme muerte pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto ven aqui busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro
Yo soy el maleante el que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren verme muerte pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto ven aqui busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento para llegar a mi entierro
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
que estamos casando
Esto es lo mio, mio
Como los glaciares yo soy frio tio
Ten cuidado caballo que no te metas en lio
Que vinistes busca otro y dale vamonos en trio
Dile al macho tuyo mami que no se pongo huelio
Que Los Rompe Discotecas andan bien aborrecios
Que pa mi esto es pan comio desde la perce me rio
Potro Manso!
Evita el brio, entran con piquete y no sales del caserio
Oites Tio! Viste! JA JA JA JA JA...
Ya estas advertio, sales con setenta o con el melon partio
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando
Para los que roncan y los que estan fantasmeando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para las gatas que pichaban y ahora hasta me estan llamando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puerkos que resuelven demandando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para los que estan de caseria y por mi canto nebueleando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que le di la vida y se me fueron para otro bando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que me saludan y de espalda me estan tirando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puerkos que la fe es de estar chotiando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para todo aquel que le hize coro cuando estabamos cantando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando
Potro sin mueca que ando con los cabeza hueca
Checa patuleka y la vida se te mecca
Tanto que comentan de mi me da jaqueca
Cleka, Voy a meterte con el mata feka
Que coste voy a sacarte a pasear en la coste
Papa no demostre o te almuerzo y a tu pana el bombostre
Yo les borro el rostre y le doy setenta en el masdoste
No me saque el monstre o te pego los cesos en el poste
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando
Despertaron al Pola pa que los haga granola
Cuidado con la ola que les viro la yola
Yo parto chola ahora ********(missing word)
Con el combo de setenta mas el combo de carola
Papi de cora vuelate ahora mi combete te devora a cualquier hora
Somos la acausa de cuando los cantantes lloran
Somos la familia y a tu server empeora
Se me seca la encia
Se me tracan los dientes
Significa que ahora les voy a meter caliente
Se siente llego probado lugar teniente, father
Vamos a darle fuego a toda esta gente.
Ustedes todo son fekas no me esten amenazando
Que estamos casando
Para los que roncan y los que estan fantasmeando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para las gatas que pichaban y ahora hasta me estan llamando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puercos que resuelven demandando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para los que estan de caseria y por mi canto nebueleando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que le di la vida y se me fueron para otro bando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A los que me saludan y de espalda me estan tirando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
A todo esos puercos que la fe es de estar chotiando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Para todo aquel que le hize coro cuando estabamos cantando
No te preocupes que los cojemos bajando
Nesty! La Mente Maestra!
Naldo!
Polaaaaa
Este Es Yomo Pa!
El Father!...Oite!
El Taltarooooo!
El que los tiene temblando
Tirense muchacho que estamos ready
Los Rompe Discotecas...Gold Star Music!
Pola deja que se tiren...El Father!
No speeki inglich...Tu papa! Me oite!
Ustedes son feka
Muchooo Tiiiiiiiiiiiiitere
El de la torta y la tortashon
No te preocupes que lo cojemos bajando
Yomo dejales caer to'l peso
Boster dejalos que se tiren
Te estoy pasando el rolo
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando
JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA JA....
Going Up
I'm the thug that everyone's after
Many want to see me dead, few survive
If you want me dead, come here, look for my body
You only have one shot to reach my burial
I'm the thug that everyone's after
Many want to see me dead, few survive
If you want me dead, come here, look for my body
You only have one shot to reach my burial
I'm going up and they're going down
I'm going up and they're going down
You're all fake, don't be threatening me
We're hunting you down
This is mine, mine
Like glaciers, I'm cold, dude
Be careful, horse, don't get into trouble
You came looking for another, let's go in a trio
Tell your man, mommy, not to get upset
The Party Crashers are really pissed off
For me, this is a piece of cake, I laugh since I perceive it
Mild Stallion!
Avoid the brawl, they come in strong and you don't leave the neighborhood
Listen, dude! Saw that! HA HA HA HA HA...
You've been warned, you leave with seventy or with your head split
I'm going up and they're going down
I'm going up and they're going down
You're all fake, don't be threatening me
We're hunting you down
For those who talk big and those who are ghosting
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For the chicks who used to ignore me and now even call me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For all those pigs who solve things by suing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who are hunting and lurking around me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who I gave my life to and went to the other side
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who greet me and talk behind my back
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For all those pigs whose faith is to be snitching
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For everyone I backed up when we were singing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
You're all fake, don't be threatening me
We're hunting you down
Horse without a grimace, I'm with the empty-headed
Check the patuleka and life will surprise you
So many comments about me give me a headache
Cleka, I'm going to hit you with the fake killer
At cost, I'm going to take you for a walk on the coast
Dad, don't show off or I'll have lunch and your buddy the bombostre
I erase their faces and give them seventy in the masdoste
Don't make me bring out the monster or I'll hit your brains on the post
I'm going up and they're going down
I'm going up and they're going down
You're all fake, don't be threatening me
We're hunting you down
They woke up Pola to make them granola
Watch out for the wave that flipped your boat
I break chola now ********
With the seventy combo plus the carola combo
Dad of cora, fly now, my comet devours you at any time
We are the cause of when singers cry
We are the family and your server worsens
My gums dry up
My teeth get stuck
It means I'm going to hit you hard now
It feels like I've arrived, tried and tested, lieutenant, father
Let's set fire to all these people
You're all fake, don't be threatening me
We're hunting you down
For those who talk big and those who are ghosting
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For the chicks who used to ignore me and now even call me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For all those pigs who solve things by suing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who are hunting and lurking around me
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who I gave my life to and went to the other side
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For those who greet me and talk behind my back
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For all those pigs whose faith is to be snitching
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
For everyone I backed up when we were singing
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
Nesty! The Mastermind!
Naldo!
Pola
This is Yomo Pa!
The Father!...Listen!
The Taltarooooo!
The one who has them trembling
Go ahead, guys, we're ready
The Party Crashers...Gold Star Music!
Pola, let them jump...The Father!
No speeki English...Your dad! Hear me!
You're fake
A lot of puppetry
The one with the cake and the cake-shon
Don't worry, we'll catch them on the way down
Yomo, drop all the weight on them
Boster, let them jump
I'm passing you the baton
I'm going up and they're going down
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....