De Tal Palo Tal Astilla
Como representante del jurado
Declaro la acusada
¡Culpable, culpable, culpable, culpable!
De tal palo, tal astilla
De tal suerte, Barranquilla
Está llorando, está que arde
Está diciendo, puta madre
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
Tata mío que no me deja respirar
Igual aprendo solo
Chato, mato si, pa' comer y pa' zafar
Paco, fino y rolo
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
No te sientas maravilla
De tal palo, tal astilla
Pasa macho, hijo de tigre
Mala pata, pero libre
¿Cuál es mi bandera?
La linda o la fea
¿Cuál es mi bandera?
La linda o la fea
¿Cuál es mi bandera, bandera, bandera?
La linda o la fea
¿Cuál es mi bandera, bandera, bandera?
La linda o la fea
¿Cuál es, amigo?
¿Cuál es contigo?
¿Cuál es, hermano?
Sos un fulano
¿Cuál es, amigo?
¿Cuál es contigo?
¿Cuál es, hermano?
Sos un fulano
No me grites, no me jodas
No me gustan ya tus bromas
Está de fiesta, está clavado
Está escapando, está pirado
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
Tata mío que no me deja respirar
Igual aprendo solo
Chato, mato si, pa' comer y pa' zafar
Paco, fino y rolo
No te metas con la gente
Que está toda de la mente
Que son todos clandestinos
Que está lleno de asesinos
Like Father, Like Son
As a representative of the jury
I declare the accused
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Like father, like son
Such luck, Barranquilla
Is crying, is burning
Is saying, damn
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
My old man who doesn't let me breathe
I learn on my own anyway
Flat, I kill, yes, to eat and to get by
Paco, refined and cool
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
Don't feel wonderful
Like father, like son
It passes, son of a tiger
Bad luck, but free
What is my flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one?
What is my flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one?
What is my flag, flag, flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one
What is my flag, flag, flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one
What is it, friend?
What is it with you?
What is it, brother?
You're a nobody
What is it, friend?
What is it with you?
What is it, brother?
You're a nobody
Don't shout at me, don't bother me
I don't like your jokes anymore
He's partying, he's stuck
He's escaping, he's gone crazy
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
My old man who doesn't let me breathe
I learn on my own anyway
Flat, I kill, yes, to eat and to get by
Paco, refined and cool
Don't mess with the people
Who are all out of their minds
Who are all clandestine
It's full of murderers