Pregúntale a Tu Papá Por Mí

Yo!
Wait
Go up, go up
Ah

When Daddy Lion enters the jungle, everyone gets scared
Alpha monkey enters and the other monkeys adjust
Lead from my pencil so they don't shine
And little Indian knives that all go to my boot camp

If they spy on me, that's how they dig their hole
There's no hierarchy to deal with this mess
And the crux or the one, who doesn't have ink for this mess
With all the numbers, I pass them like a basket of chicken

Urban starlet, let me explain to you
Why my stench is too much for your walls
It's because I'm hip-hop and yours smells like gum
You spit strawberry, I spit spice

And what do you want, for me to explain it again, Quique?
That I heat up more than the still
When I see expenses and waste for little records and tickets
With a mess of content that's not worth a nickel to me

And what do you want, for me to talk about a Beretta?
To tell you I have three dead in the van?
That I have a shotgun, that I have two cousins in the slammer?
And that from your fantasy I become a puppet?

I'm not afraid to follow my path
To say what's necessary without envy
To tell them that if a forty-year-old sings about sex to my family's minor
To me, it's a spokesperson for pedophilia

For the broki who was so underground
That my voice sounded like a walkie-talkie
But since the nineties, broki
I'm the one that when I speak, scares more than Chucky
Kentucky wing, what's up?
I'm shorter than a secret but here, I'm not a jockey
And to find my equivalent, you have to go to a world of fiction and meet Rocky, wah!

However I put it or propose it
The dumb lyrics don't affect me
Mine is God's, with this I make the rounds
And I put more fire in your chest
Than what you put in yourself with the bong

Watch out!
It's been a while since I've sounded
Because I'm a hibernating bear, not a tired bull
I'm out of the cave, they're all sniffing
Hunting season for anyone who's looking for it

And be careful, the years have passed
But I have more stamina than a seasoned child
I squeeze more than a pitbull's jaw
And where nothing shark, the cod escapes

Look who's here and takiti for you, don't you know who?
Ask your dad about me
I put ink flying catrueca since eighty-three
Blame me for the origin of your swagger, dad

Look who's here and takiti for you, don't you know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V to the I and even the CO C
Lower snot, grab the edge, when I pass by

Shooting range of my art
You want society to praise you
Spitting orgy from Tuesday to Tuesday
Knowing that your own daughter will hear you

Do you think I'm going to give you a recognition of valor?
Put things aside
Either you sing something to show me something or you just sing to annoy me
Tell me, how do you think I should talk to you?

If for every topic you bring there are a million girls who go crazy
Love slap, but with love and a glove
More chaotic than the fall of Constantinople
My pen doesn't fly even when King Kong blows on it
Because it has a weight to which not even your swagger adapts

Pass this cup, I recommend it damages clothes
Run when I mix my cocote with my big mouth
Pass this cup advice for you, for all your troop
I have a sharpie with a wrist full steam ahead
I made soup out of little letters

Not for you to act crazy
Even if just a little
You grow when I touch your neurons
With my siriñoco, with my coconut breaker
To be a sexual symbol that doesn't mess around, that doesn't call snot

Go to the latrine
When I put it in the china
You're going to see even the hemoglobin
A thousand five hundred can join, Sony with two hundred Pina
And they don't do more than my cristomocina

This medicine whose chemistry knocks you out from the start
So pure that no drug lord can package it
You threw a slow ball because you didn't know who was coming to bat
And here I am causing you trouble

Checkmate to the reggaeton singer
Who doesn't know that I have more rhythm options than the hardware store
Attentive to the real deal, troublemaker
I'm worth more for my argument, than for having been the first

Look who's here and takiti for you, don't you know who?
Ask your dad about me
I put ink flying catrueca since eighty-three
Blame me for the origin of your swagger, dad

Look who's here and takiti for you, don't you know who?
Ask your dad about me
From the V to the I and even the CO C
Lower snot, grab the edge, when I pass by

Watch out!
They're all going to my boot camp