Mas Pingon

When I get home
This is what happens
I start to enjoy
With all the crew
On the microphone
I talk the talk
I'm the best
And this is what I believe
The last name is king
We're not magicians
We're the good guys
We can't be the bad guys
I like to talk
I like to play
I like to fuck
And I like to sing
But if I sing a song
It won't be smooth
It'll be hard
And you know this
I'm the best
Under the sun
Controlling the microphone
In Spanish
If you wake up in the morning
And I'm not there
It's because I already left
But if you're hungry
Eat a mango
See how it stinks
Take a bath
I say what I say
And it's from the heart
No one beats me
Because I have big dick energy

And people talk
About the shoes I wear
This I evaluate with mommy
Like a boss
I don't talk to my father
I have a grandson
But me and my brother
We're black
I write what I say
I say what I write
And then
I tell my friend
But
I tell you
One thing
Damn fuck
Fucked butterfly
I'm talking
To you and your wife
The wife you have
Who's worthless
I saw her fucking her father
And that wasn't all
That I heard
But the others
Can't even tell you
Because why do you want
More of my beings
Tremendous Cuban
With all the women
I say what I say
And it's from the heart
No one beats me
Because I have big dick energy

I already saw the record
Now it's a solo
I wrote it
Everything's fine
People don't believe
In the words I write
But you know women
When I say them
I don't go to the fraternity
To a cold place
But I
Go to the cooks
I always think
Of that place first
There are Santi and Rosendito
When it's done
That little Cuban
Is all messed up
I've always touched
You're on the side
Like codfish
When I pass by
Move from the side
You know I don't play
I don't play with you
If I had my way
I'd be with women
I say what I say
And it's from the heart
No one beats me
Because I have big dick energy
Yeehaw

They still want more
They don't want peace
Headaches
Is what I give
I explain and explain
Why I'm the king
I do what I do
Because I write the law
I was born at the end of the river
A cold place
I'm cool
But I'm not cold
I don't box
I talk the talk
If you don't like what I say
Cover your ears
So you don't tell me
That we can hear
These are the words
That I wrote
But out of respect
Leave me alone
I say what I say
It's words of respect
I'm the little Cuban
They call me a pianist
Not from Santo Domingo
From Puerto Rico
Because I say what I say
And it's from the heart
No one beats me
Because I have big dick energy
Herrraah