"Cartel"!
Big Boss!
Las palabras vertidas en esta canción!
No se solidarizan con ningún cobarde en la calle!
Pero sí con el Cartel Records, Daddy Yankee, Akon!
Y todos los afiliados mundialmente!
I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all y‘all jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Oye, ‘tas bregando con los anormales
Somos los de los juguetes espaciales
Ya no, no le tememos a los tribunales
Tú y quién van amedrentar con los metales
Boy, you ain‘t a killer...
Repone el Daddy Yankee, man
Ponte las pilas si tienes guille ‘e Superman
Que rumbo al cielo te puedo poner a volar
En guerra avisada como quiera muere gente porque
I got my people, my gang, we open fire
You better get outta my way ‘cuz I‘m a rider
At any time, in the morning or even the evening
I‘m lettin‘ this play till you retire
Let‘s go, nosotros ‘tamos dispuestos
En esto nosotros somos expertos
‘cuz we doin‘ this everyday in the ghetto
Which is part of the game we play
All of my gangs to say...
I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all y‘all jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on
¿Qué carajo tú me vas a hacer?
Si yo sé que a ti te parió la feca
Pon las balas donde pones tus palabras
Vamo‘a ver de qué ‘tas hecha, muñeca
You‘re not a gangsta, jodio maleante de cartón
I smell a wanksta, tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa‘
Fuck my english, también mi broken spanish
The sign of the Bronx is the universal language, ‘cuz
I got my people, my gang, we open fire
You better get outta my way ‘cuz I‘m a rider
At any time, in the morning or even the evening
I‘m lettin‘ this play till you retire
Let‘s go, nosotros ‘tamos dispuestos
En esto nosotros somos expertos
‘cuz we doin‘ this everyday in the ghetto
Which is part of the game we play
All of my gangs to say...
I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all y‘all jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on
I got my heat, I got my boss
And enough heart to break all y‘all jaws
But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on, now bring it on
Now bring it on, now bring it on
‘tamos listo pa‘ lo que sea!
Y pa‘ lo que venga!
We ready, man!
Don‘t get it fuckin‘ twisted!
We can get a ticket and we can fly up there!
And give you a visit in the cold!
And we can turn it into heat!
No te equivoques!
Eso es bien fácil pa‘ nosotros!.