More songs by El Daddy
More songs by Makiki
Description
Composer/Lyricist: Jesús Jiménez Jiménez
Studio Producer: Makiki
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ten cuida'o que la calle está mala. Los niños pa' raye piden chaleco antibalas.
Antes de salir, las bendiciones de la mama.
Coches de alta gama, mucho money y ropa cara. Ten cuida'o que la calle está mala.
Los niños pa' raye piden chaleco antibalas. Antes de salir, las bendiciones de la mama.
Coches de alta gama, mucho money y ropa cara. Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para. Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para. Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para. Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para. Mucha ropa cara, pa' ti la más cara. Te la ponen en el ojo y te cantan tarara.
Vas a ver la luz aunque no sea de una lámpara.
Callejón oscuro, en la noche nadie te ampara. Para, para, para, que la cosa está que arde.
En guerra avisada, los primeros en morir son los cobardes. Solo pide al Dios que te guarde.
El infierno arde y de eso no hay quien te salve.
Así que salte si no tiene aguante, que no estamos en los tiempos de antes.
Cuídate, mi cuate, que te disparan por un disparate. La cabeza del cuerpo pueden separarte. Prepárate que empieza el show.
En la disco mucho Johnnie, mucho Ciroc. Ella que pida de todo, que lo pago yo.
Pero si tú no me conoces, no me digas "mi bro". Y prepárate que empieza el show.
En la disco mucho Johnnie, mucho Ciroc. Ella que pida de todo, que lo pago yo.
Pero si tú no me conoces, no me digas "mi bro". Ten cuida'o que la calle está mala.
Los niños pa' raye piden chaleco antibalas.
Antes de salir, las bendiciones de la mama. Coches de alta gama, mucho money y ropa cara.
Ten cuida'o que la calle está mala. Los niños pa' raye piden chaleco antibalas.
Antes de salir, las bendiciones de la mama. Coches de alta gama, mucho money y ropa cara. Y en la que suena.
Y en la que suena.
Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para. Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Y en la que suena. Pa, pa, para, pa, para. Para, para, pa, pa, para, pa, para.
Y en la que suena. You.
El Daddy.
Y dice así, y dice así. Pa'l mundo desde las tres mil.
Dile, Makiki, que esto es pa' que las babies se pongan freaky.
English translation
Be careful, the street is bad. The children ask for bulletproof vests.
Before leaving, blessings from the mother.
High-end cars, a lot of money and expensive clothes. Be careful, the street is bad.
The children ask for bulletproof vests. Before leaving, blessings from the mother.
High-end cars, a lot of money and expensive clothes. And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Lots of expensive clothes, the most expensive for you. They put it in your eye and sing you hum.
You will see the light even if it is not from a lamp.
Dark alley, at night no one protects you. Stop, stop, stop, things are burning.
In warned war, the first to die are the cowards. Just ask God to keep you.
Hell burns and there is no one to save you from that.
So jump if you don't have the stamina, we're not in the old days.
Take care, my friend, they will shoot you for something stupid. The head from the body can separate you. Get ready for the show to start.
In the disco a lot of Johnnie, a lot of Ciroc. Let her ask for everything, I'll pay for it.
But if you don't know me, don't call me "my bro." And get ready for the show to start.
In the disco a lot of Johnnie, a lot of Ciroc. Let her ask for everything, I'll pay for it.
But if you don't know me, don't call me "my bro." Be careful, the street is bad.
The children ask for bulletproof vests.
Before leaving, blessings from the mother. High-end cars, a lot of money and expensive clothes.
Be careful, the street is bad. The children ask for bulletproof vests.
Before leaving, blessings from the mother. High-end cars, a lot of money and expensive clothes. And in which it sounds.
And in which it sounds.
And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
And in which it sounds. Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
And in which it sounds. You.
The Daddy.
And it says like this, and it says like this. For the world since three thousand.
Tell her, Makiki, that this is so the babies can get freaky.