La Perla

[Residente]
Hey, this is dedicated to all the neighborhoods of Puerto Rico (Trujillo) dedicated to the neighborhood of La Perla (Bocho) Tell Joana to make me a rice and beans dish really hard, eh A little greeting to Ocean we're going down and you who are watching

I have attitude since I was 5 years old My mom made me believe with a face mask and scolding Since I was little, a little boy with brown hair I'm the black sheep of the whole flock And I grew up little by little Jumping from roof to roof knocking down coconuts And even though I almost killed myself and almost got hit Never saw me crying or blowing my nose Always perfumed and well groomed To find myself a girlfriend with a nice last name Larita my first love kiss The witch got married [?] rain with Sun

[Ruben] Down there in the hole in the dumpster Flowers bloom in bunches colorful little house with the window open Neighbor from the beach door behave yourself I have everything I need I have the night that serves as my blanket [Residente] I have the best views of the sky I have a little fridge full of beer with ice

[Residente] A rainbow with the flavor of shaved ice Beautiful people surrounded by water The deceased painted on the wall with spray paint And those who remain playing basketball A couple of gringos who ruin my view They come taking photos from the landing The police who come without shame Breaking into my house to collect their paycheck Here my mom was born up to my great-grandmother This is my neighborhood and I am free like Mandela Beware of the old school Don't let it catch you or it will hit you with a slipper and broomsticks So don't act up with me Because I come with the appetite of a worker To eat anyone who comes to steal what's mine I am the Napoleon of the slum Hey, this is dedicated to those who work for a low salary To feed their little ones I love my neighborhood like Tito loves Caimito I don't fight for a paved land or square meters or a golden dream I fight for a well-scented landscape and for a good plate of steak with onions For my mother's smile that is worth a million, I fight for my grandmother Rocking in her armchair I fight for some charcoal skewers and for how beautiful La Perla looks from a plane

[Residente] Hey this was for the innocence of Jonatan Roman the Chilinga from Argentina we're revving up the engines, let's go! Ruben: That laughter in La Perla Let them hear it in El Chorrillo from Pito to El Callao And wherever there are children I believe in neighborhoods and comadres who had the same reasons and in the end they died Without having vacations as my grandmother used to say that's how it was in the deck of the poor Even the fetus works That's why the neighborhood is eternal and also universal Whoever messes with my neighborhood I don't like them (The night serves as my blanket) I see the lights of La Perla from Panama (The night serves as my blanket) Shining in Morse code and inviting me there (The night serves as my blanket) A path made of stars traffic light the moon (The night serves as my blanket) I left at seven-thirty and I'm arriving at one (The night serves as my blanket) The good man is not afraid, not afraid of the darkness (The night serves as my blanket) Baby rub me with vaporub like mom used to do to me Not even asleep do I forget my identity (The night serves as my blanket) The good man is not afraid, not afraid of the darkness (The night serves as my blanket) Hey, and I have everything I need

[Ruben] Down there in the hole in the dumpster Flowers bloom in bunches colorful little house with the window open Neighbor from the beach door to door And I have everything I need I have the night that serves as my blanket That wall in the neighborhood I lie this is to amaze you 50 years later it still bears my name

[Ruben] Here the foolish and rude are not forgiven Here your last name, your money are worth nothing The character of the people we walk with is respected We were born from many mothers but here there are only brothers That sea in front of my house I swear it's true like the one in La Perla Even though I'm in Panama and over the horizon I see a traveling cloud Drawing the face of the great Majelo Ribera celebrate this reunion buddy What do you think? This combination of Rubencito and Calle 13

(The night serves as my blanket) but that doesn't solve the suspicious white (The night serves as my blanket) darkness doesn't absolve the lying verb (The night serves as my blanket) if you got lost brother find yourself Come here to Panama and contribute to tourism (The night serves as my blanket) a thousand thanks Residente a thousand thanks visitor Villa 21 in Argentina keep moving forward (The night serves as my blanket) Bolivia the lyrics go up high to see if it passes the filter (The night serves as my blanket) take care of the task the minister retires