Pi-Di-Di-Di (Intel-Lú Puffy Hablando)

Come in, come in
Welcome to my nest
You don't have to pay me anything, I invite you
This is on the house, you don't have to leave a tip
Today's recipe is the specialty of the kitchen
Killer meat, and to endure the heat
A bit of fried yucca with mojito
("Do you have some Doritos?") No, fried yucca with mojito...
("Do you have some Coca-Cola?") No, but I have Perico wine...
And quickly that guy turned out to be a little spoiled...
("Do you know who I am?") What? Your name is Juan?
("Do you know who I am?") My name is Juan?
("I want Coca-Cola!") Well, look Juan...
Here we have Cola Champagne and chinita...
But if you want a note, Medalla is the beer...
("I just want Coca-Cola!") I told you my name is not Juan!
And that there is Cola Champagne!
And later that dark-skinned guy told me he was Puff Daddy
And that he was the Sugar Daddy of all the Mack Daddies
He came out all mouthy, like a loudspeaker
So I spat on him with hot sauce and instantly he stood up
And in a chair I told him he had a rude tongue
("Do you know who I am?") I told you my name is not Juan!
And that's when I hit him in the jaw, then he ran away...
For miles with a bump on his head like Mamadou Thiam
And I chased him all over San Sebastián
To Calle del Cristo and that's when I threw the Sixto
The Sixto Escobar, with the one-two and the jab
I made him fly like a kite
I made him spit water from a syringe through his pants
He started to excrete black sugar through his underwear
And even through his socks excreting turds
Olive green turds; yes, olive green
What the fancy people excrete from eating dishes
From $50.00 and up...

There's a bunch of suckers (I'm not a sucker!)
There's a bunch of hams (I'm not a ham!)
Even if they offer me a million...
I tell you no...
There's a bunch of suck-ups...
There's a bunch of suckers (I'm not a sucker!)
There's a bunch of hams (I'm not a ham!)
If Puff Daddy offers me a million...
I'll tell him no...
There's a bunch of suck-ups...

Don't think that because my race is small it goes away
If we don't dunk, we'll go away
And all you gringos can go with all your cameras through the Gate
You don't have to make an appointment if you're a visitor
"Say cheese!", and a little smile and off to the beach
For the sharks to tear your tendons
Because here in Puerto Rico we're the toughest
And after that Puff Daddy returned to New York
A little beaten, less manly, with another nickname
P. Diddy, Mister P. Diddy, here's your baby
To suck on a bit of Boricua milk
So you think twice before picking a fight
So when you come here, don't make faces, don't make signs
This could cost you all your hair
So if you don't want your nose shaken
Think before messing with a chief
This is not Mozambique, this is Puerto Rico
Here you hit the hedge
Here everyone wears a bib
Here in Puerto Rico almost everyone is soft
Here even if you're white, you're dark
Here there's respect or I'll show you
Here you respect or I'll show you
Here you respect or I'll show you
Don't rile me up, don't make me say damn
I already said it, my bad, but I don't go with the gringos
I have them from here to there, and from there to here
And I go my way even if there are a lot

There's a bunch of suckers (I'm not a sucker!)
There's a bunch of hams (I'm not a ham!)
Even if they offer me a million...
I tell you no...
There's a bunch of suck-ups...
There's a bunch of suckers (I'm not a sucker!)
There's a bunch of hams (I'm not a ham!)
If Puff Daddy offers me a million...
I'll tell him no...
There's a bunch of suck-ups...