El Motorcito
Mi loco, ¿y tú no sabe' que yo tenía un motorcito
Que cuando yo lo prendía sonaba?
Lírico en la casa
Lírico en la casa, eh
Se me apagó, y lo pateo
Y lo pateo, y lo pateo
En la calle ando, ando, ando controlando
Ando en un motorcito calibrando
Ando, las mujere' me las 'toy robando
Ando, dime qué e' lo que te 'ta pasando
En la calle ando, ando, ando controlando
Ando en un motorcito calibrando
Ando, las mujere' me las 'toy robando
Ando, y tú mirando
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma, vienen los poligoma
Y si lo acelero, me les voy por una loma
Ello' me alcanzaron pero yo les dije: Toma
Eran como 7, y en la mano, toma, toma
Yo tengo un motor que cuando prende no se tranca
Y si lo acelero en la avenida, se levanta
Ando con pa'l de mujere' que parecen planta
Ya no me dicen: Lirico, me dicen: La volanta
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Se me apagó
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Y lo pateo
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Y lo pateo
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Y lo pateo
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En la calle ando, ando, ando controlando
Ando en un motorcito calibrando
Ando, las mujere' me las 'toy robando
Ando, dime qué e' lo que te 'ta pasando
En la calle ando, ando, ando controlando
Ando en un motorcito calibrando
Ando, las mujere' me las 'toy robando
Ando, y tú mirando
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Cuando lo pongo en una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
En una goma
Bum-bum-bum-bum
Estamos sonando en to'as las esquinas
Tengo un flow que se ve por encima
No trates de forzar que te doy con la campesina
Yo sé que tú te clava cuando el eco se aproxima
Aunque usted no quiera tiene que escucharme en su bocina
Me quite la gorra y me puse un pañuelo blanco
Me encomiendo a Dios porque yo no creo en los santos
Por eso en la tarima cuando fui yo no me tranco
Y si no estoy en la esquina fui de un pronto al banco
Se me apagó
Y lo pateo
Y lo pateo
Y lo pateo
The Little Engine
My crazy one, don't you know that I had a little engine
That when I turned it on, it made noise?
Lyricist in the house
Lyricist in the house, eh
It turned off on me, and I kick it
And I kick it, and I kick it
I walk in the street, controlling, controlling, controlling
I'm on a little engine calibrating
I'm walking, stealing the women
I'm walking, tell me what's happening to you
I walk in the street, controlling, controlling, controlling
I'm on a little engine calibrating
I'm walking, stealing the women
I'm walking, and you're watching
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire, the poligoma come
And if I accelerate it, I go up a hill
They caught up with me but I told them: Take it
There were like 7, and in my hand, take, take
I have an engine that when it starts, it doesn't stall
And if I accelerate it on the avenue, it rises
I'm with a lot of women who look like plants
They don't call me: Lyricist, they call me: The flyer
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
It turned off on me
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
And I kick it
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
And I kick it
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
And I kick it
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
I walk in the street, controlling, controlling, controlling
I'm on a little engine calibrating
I'm walking, stealing the women
I'm walking, tell me what's happening to you
I walk in the street, controlling, controlling, controlling
I'm on a little engine calibrating
I'm walking, stealing the women
I'm walking, and you're watching
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
When I put it in a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
In a tire
Boom-boom-boom-boom
We're playing on all the corners
I have a flow that stands out
Don't try to force it, I'll hit you with the peasant
I know you get hooked when the echo approaches
Even if you don't want to, you have to listen to me on your speaker
I took off my cap and put on a white handkerchief
I commend myself to God because I don't believe in saints
That's why on stage when it was my turn, I didn't stall
And if I'm not on the corner, I suddenly went to the bank
It turned off on me
And I kick it
And I kick it
And I kick it