Ojalai

With your chulin culin cunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom

Resident calle 13-
I like how your papaya tickles me
If you go there grape, tickle
That she goes with guava over there
To get the devil off you
Salamaya
Your line is visible, the split
The one that divides the whiteness of your hardness, hard
You are pure blood, pure blood
For you I leave celibacy and I quit being a priest
(Do you swear it to me?)
Nah, not even for that good...
After you give me the song
I'll go all out against any saint
Rob 4 banks and jump off a cliff.

Voltio-
And sometimes I get stuck but I stay with one arm
I scratch her with her white shorts
In which the pandorca sprouts,
Abuser, after you raise her you hang her
She's on a diet but still fat
She doesn't eat corn but likes the cob
If she catches fire you have to hose her down
We're still in the mess

Chorus

With your chulin culin cunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom

Voltio-
What's up shorty
What you gonna do?
Let the stick soak in ragu sauce

Resident calle 13-
To wet your fingers in baby food
Hey don't kick me this is not kung fu

Voltio-
That devil is crazy, she's about to burst
Champion like Wonder Woman
She drank acetone with raisins and miracle water
Since I'm fuman'chu' I pull until the butt
She has me sweating cold like yellow fever
If Danny catches her he mounts her on the wheelbarrow
The bumper shines, the buckle tickles me
She sucks all the voltage and my light bulb burns out.

I climb on her the same day like 24 times
In 20 nails she doesn't even look alike
I ask her what she likes, she quickly grows
(I like Julio Voltio and Residente Calle 13)

Resident calle 13-
Tonga la songa mama sanga
Moving the pichanga with a taste of catanga
With a little grace like the bamba
I leave her hips changas
Sweating panda bear broth
And even the gringas dance
Out of rhythm with their legs bowed
If you're chumba then move your back
You don't need buttocks to put my bald head
What you need is a lot of volcanic lava
Organic bellquera
Botanical green
Oily, mechanical

Chorus

With your chulin culin cunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully (hopefully)
Hopefully that you are my mom

Here it is...everything under control

Everything under control
Everything under control... here here
Everything under control...here here

We got it under control
We got it under control
We got it under control....under control