Cosa Buena

Aha yo! Let yourself be carried away, buddy, the different, the bold
Tego Calderon Dj Black
Look who's coming, good thing
The black Calde' without problem
Don't be embarrassed
Because look, this party is for the ladies.
Don't get upset or fantasize about me
So you know, I live even without papers
If you don't like the mischief, don't condemn me
Give it to hell and don't call me.
For different tastes, different colors,
I sing to the wrongdoers
And to those chicks who live my songs
They supposedly compose
That they are thugs but tomorrow they could be piglets.
My flow scares you because it fits
To what you like
If I don't have it, I'll look for it
A new system
That fills the track
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things get stuck
There's no more dancing
The one who sings arrives
And lifts them from their chairs
Without cheating, brave like a lance
It doesn't stop raining
Hold on, grandpa is here
Big mama move it to the ground, forget the sorrows
What I bring is cornstarch
Go all the way down
If you turn the drink, I'll pay
And if you act fresh, I'll watch you
That cayman just by seeing you, I fail
If you dance well, let's practice
Clearly, let's go and kill each other
Without commitment, we finish and check
Splash you like a May downpour
And give you a beating down to faint
Gallop me like a horse
Make a knot, a lot of waist, and I'll take you back.
My flow scares you because it fits
To what you like
If I don't have it, I'll look for it
A new system
That fills the track
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things get stuck
There's no more dancing
The one who sings arrives
And lifts them from their chairs
Without cheating, brave like a lance
It doesn't stop raining
Hold on, grandpa is here.
Look who's coming, good thing
The black Calde' without problem
Don't be embarrassed
Because look, this party is for the ladies.
Don't get upset or fantasize about me
So you know, I live even without papers
If you don't like the mischief, don't condemn me
Give it to hell and don't call me
For different tastes, different colors
I sing to the wrongdoers
And to those chicks who live my songs
They supposedly compose
That they are thugs but tomorrow they could be piglets.
My flow scares you because it fits
To what you like
If I don't have it, I'll look for it
A new system
That fills the track
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things get stuck
There's no more dancing
The one who sings arrives
And lifts them from their chairs
Without cheating, brave like a lance
It doesn't stop raining
Hold on, grandpa is here.
Tego Calderon 'the bold'.. Black..
If I throw hard, you suffer, if I throw soft, you cry
It's because you're too mamao' to mess with Calderona.
With Dj Black the Bold
On fire in 2002, because later is too late