Guasa Guasa Remix Tego Calderón (English Translation) Lyrics

You are kidding, kidding
Kidding, kidding
(Those who don’t like the soup will be given a couple of cups!)
You are kidding, kidding
Kidding, kidding
(You haven’t done in your whole life what I achieved in 2 months!)
You are kidding, kidding
Kidding, kidding
(Well, you guys are filthier than your own boss)
You are kidding, kidding
Kidding, kidding
(El abayarde kicking you out of your house!)
(Tego)
Neither you, nor your dumb mafia
Not with rifles, not with guns
Jump the pond to explode your mambriola
To you and everyone who supports you, in your bayoya
Not everything that is black is Soy Sauce
Flow from Cambodia
That’s giving you blisters
Get out of the way because the one who bulldozes arrives
Niche Boricua, Creole lyrics
Death to the cops, death to the rapists
This is for those who envy because I’m in the console
I go straight forward, you keep going outside
Get a grip with me, don’t let go of the rope
So they leave the line, and Pola cries
Such people, snoring who kill people
Face me, but if you had a brain
You would think,
At least what you’ll swallow will be teeth
Eat healthy, be smart
You are kidding, kidding
Kidding, kidding
You are kidding, kidding
Wrap dough
Who prevails
I gave them what they deserve
You haven’t done in your whole life
What I achieved in 2 months
And my flow is too big for you
What kind of swamp
Since “El Aballarde”, they’re not even hungry
They’re dreaming of me
Sucking up to me
Copying my style
Recycling everything I say
I don’t have time to waste with scoundrels
Who when it comes to the truth, come out as cops
You can tell
In the wrapping, by the stitching
That whatever happens
They call the headquarters
Try to
That there’s no future
Another gimmick and I’ll explode the soldering
To yell “cops” at them from the patrol car
There’s trouble in Barruya
Before the little black boy sneaks
Hit him in the head that the coconut seller has arrived
Drummer
Bigger horse than Romero
Speaking clearly
This is for Lito and Pola’
Every abuser gets his Calderon’
Now deal with it, things get tough
I already told you
Deal with it, Grampa’s here

(Deal with it, deal with it!)
(Suckers!)
(Deal with it!)

(Voltio)
These pigs ask me
Why am I dissing them
They went to Coyote’s station boasting
When I call that idiot
The guy comes out threatening
That he’s going to shoot me
That he’s going to explode me
You’re going to kill me
The urge to f***
Crazy here you are dealing with the abnormal one
I’m going all out with my lyrics and my metal
It’s that you know that the Pina’s can’t invent
You do well, I won’t deny it
But you listen to my songs to then record them
Because of that cop, they’re looking bad
You’re a big talker, thought we’d party
Because real men
Keep friendships
Don’t get involved talking sh**
When they smoke a little herb
After…
They look for someone else to solve their problem
The lion is not as brave
As it is painted in the jungle
Speak ill, definitely
If you’re a coward
May God save you
From Voltio and the abayarde
You don’t want trouble, then get out
Mine is with Lito, for
It’s 20 pesos extra
In your company all suck**
And in my company everyone pulls
In your company all suck**
(What happened, consul?)
And in my company everyone pulls
(What happened?)
Pina Records has robbed all its artists for life
Chezina is stuck but he’s a masochist
There’s one out there who’s hanged on to being an electrician
And the other one sings a lot but not on a track (Cop…)
Seems to like getting his butt kicked
It’s that they haven’t realized that Pina is a trickster
They come out in videos acting tough
And they get slapped from Carolina to Trujillo

Me!
They’re stripped!
They’re overshadowed!
They have no shine!
Daddy, all your artists left you!
Sure, a**hole, if you don’t pay!
What the f***!
If I left…
Am I going to stay?
They call me a stupid…
Wild!
You don’t play with the saints…
You don’t play with the saints…

Hey, hey!
In the same flow and in the same song!
Damn kissing up, a**hole!
I have them sucking on the microphone!
Cardboard gangsters!
Lease, leasing!
Take care of this bunch!
Hahaha!
Listen to this sh** too!
So think before you speak, jerk!
And tell your boss…
To kneel down to suck as well!
Here’s what’s coming for him!
And for all of those who accompany you!
You’re all conniving!

Since “El Aballarde”, they’re not even hungry…
(May God save you from Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things get tough, things get tough…
I thought you knew about me…
Since “El Aballarde”, they’re not even hungry…
(May God save you from Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things get tough, things get tough…
I thought you knew about me…
When it comes to the truth, they come out as cops…
(You’re filthier than your own boss!)
When it comes to the truth, they come out as cops…
(You’re filthier than your own boss!)
Speaking clearly…
This is for Lito and Pola’….
Every abuser gets his Calderon’a…
Now deal with it, daddy, things get tough…
I already told you…
Deal with it, Grampa’s here…
I thought you knew about me…
I thought you knew about me…
I thought you knew about me…
I thought you knew about me…

(Deal with it, deal with it!)
(Deal with it, deal with it!)
(Deal with it, deal with it!)
(Suckers, deal with it!)