Na Na Na (remix) (feat. El Jordan 23, Noriel y Pablo Chill-E)

The Casti
(You're not a gangster)
Pailita
(Shishigang)
No-No-Noriel, ah
The Jordan 23
Pablo

Lu-Lucky Luciano, Soprano, Al Capone, Pinina
You're not gangsters, no, you're not from na'-na', ni-na'
Pussy nigga, cigar black' with vagina
And the one who talks the most about the street is the one who walks the least
This is the remix, chuchetumare

You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here

Uu-you're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone at the club, come here (El Jordan 23)

You're not flaite', nor a feeling of vío
Here we are a singer, but we are a bandi'o
We are not 'those', now I have the power
And without putting my head in the water, I'm going to leave them all alone.'

I am the only haired corn who at 22 has a house in the hamlet
Ee-in the swamp we are 'hot', but my neck is cold
I have all my brothers earning money, oh

Counting money, I became a millionaire, but first
I had to have the account at zero
And now, thank God, I buy what I want
And Big Ca puts the track and I don't even bother
I'm not a driver, I'm one of the first

Bandit, straight from the ghetto
And to the gile' that have me bad, I pass them on
On the tip of the mallet, clown, charchazo
From the front I reach it, I fish it, I hunt it
If we go to the street, they have to pay attention
He cuts them in the arm, the babies throw themselves in the arm
And what your house costs is worth my arm
We Chileans are controlling, chuchetumare

You're not flaite', na, na, na
Then he goes to his mother's rib
Don't talk to me like that, much less like that
Or I put the chipeteá in their mouths

You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone at the club, come here (Pablo)

E-they say they're gangster, but they don't reach my system
They haven't bought anything for the fridge, they haven't filled the cupboard.
They just eat lunch, breakfast, lunch and dinner
He has the house for the beak, but like this some chains

De-de-de oro, but you're not choro'
If they get my hands on it, I smoke it like Marlboro
I didn't speak to the damn thing, I'll work for you, you piece of parrot
If the baby is alone, come and I'll warm her up
And I get like a bull, ah, if she puts on red pantyhose
And I'm not a pool, but you know I get it wet
You're not gangsters, you're loose on the street
Baby, dance with Paila, come on, I won't get angry

You're not flaite', na, na, na
They don't have their mother as queen
Crazy, put away the gun, heat it up
Then we leave the shit outside

You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here

The-the-the DJ plays Casti
The cats 'enjoy it, they come a little'
Don't look with that little face, I'm going to do something to you.'
I have his cat, in corduroy, in my bed
That's why she doesn't get jealous with him.
I go out for the callous and good and dangerous people love me

And if I want, I'll change the blackmail
The shishi get together with the ugly ducks
Putting bread on the table is how I front
If this were baseball, you know I hit it
And don't let the dancing stop

Po-po-poncea, mommy, poncea
Let's go for the piece, so that no one sees us
These 'gile' are not gangsters, they just count
Here as a boy we look for the money
Miss, come to the disco to listen to Pailita
It's better that you don't compete with me
Compete, I'm earning millions with the visit

I do not forget where I come from, I keep my word
To the baby that you want, gargling, I have her
I do it without wanting to, you are not street or in Nintendo
I got screwed for mine' and I owe what I have to no one

Turn on the phillies, put away the guns
Some trilli' snored from Gucci and came out muddy
Get out the Can-Ams and the motorboats
I have two watches, but the brightness doesn't let me see the time

Turn it on, don't turn it down
Pull down your panties, pull up your suit
Leave your boyfriend on the trip
What tonight you and I are going to do
Cochinage

You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here

You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here

(This is the remix)
The Casti
Pablo
Pailita
(No-No-Noriel)
In the controls', BigCvyu, give me lu', pu, pu, pum
(The jordan 23)
You already know that I am with the team
And with Gerarado, we continued 'counting the bundles', and it was
Lewis Somes in the house