El Motorcito

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