Na Na Na (remix) (part. El Jordan 23, Noriel y Pablo Chill-E) Pailita (English Translation) Lyrics

El Casti
(You guys are not gangsters)
Pailita
(Shishigang)
No-No-Noriel, ah
The Jordan 23
Pablo

Lu-Lucky Luciano, Soprano, Al Capone, Pinina
You guys are not gangsters, no, you are not from na’-na’, ni-na’
Pussy nigga, pure blacks with vagina
And the one who talks the most about the street is the one who walks the least on it
This is the remix, motherfucker

You guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here

Y-y-you guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here (The Jordan 23)

You guys are not flaite’, not a feeling of envy
Here we are singers, but we are all criminals
We are not the ones from before, now I have the power
And without putting my head in the water, like all of them I’m going to leave them broken

I am the only corn-haired one who at 22 has a house in the slum
In the swamp we are hot, but I have a cold neck
I am making money for all my brothers’, oh

Counting money, I became a millionaire, but first
I had to have a zero balance
And now, thanks to God, I buy what I want
And Big Ca puts on the track and I don’t even try
I’m not a driver, I put myself first

Bandit, straight from the ghetto
And the suckers who have a problem with me, I pass them
By the tip of the cane, clown, a hit
I reach them face to face, I catch them, I hunt them
If we’re going to the street, they have to listen
The cuts on the arm, the girls throw themselves on the arm’
And what your house cost, I don’t care

You guys are not flaite’, na, na, na
Then you go to your mom’s ribs
Don’t talk to me like that, let alone like that
Or I’ll put a pacifier in your mouth

You guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here (Pablo)

T-they say they are gangsters, but they don’t reach my system
They haven’t bought anything for the fridge, they haven’t filled the pantry
They just eat from the table, breakfast, lunch and dinner
You have the house but no chains

Of-of-of gold, but you guys are not thieves’
If they reach my hands, I smoke them like Marlboro
Don’t talk’ in a cursed way, I’ll finish 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 the red panties
And I am not a swimming pool, but she knows that I wet her
You guys are not gangsters, you’re weak on the street
Baby, dance with Paila, go ahead, I won’t get mad

You guys are not flaite’, na, na, na
You don’t have your mom as a queen
Crazy, put away the gun, heat it up
Then we mess things up outside

You guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here

The DJ puts on Casti
The girls enjoy it, things are coming
Don’t look at me with that face, I’m going to do a couple of things to you
Your girl I have, for real, in my bed
That’s why she doesn’t get jealous with him
I go out to the ultimate and the good and dangerous people like me

And if I want, I change the show
The fancy people with the ugly ducks gather
Putting the bread on the table is how I show off
If this were baseball, you know I hit it
And let the party don’t stop

Po-po-pong, baby, pong
Let’s go to the room, so no one sees us
These fools are not gangsters, they are just talkers
Here as kids we look for the money’
Miss, come to the club to listen to Pailita
Better not compete with me
Compete, I’m making millions with the visits

I don’t forget where I come from, I keep my word
To the baby you want, gargling, I have it
I do it unintentionally, you’re not street nor on Nintendo
I screwed myself for mine’ and I don’t owe anyone what I have

Light up the phillies, put away the guns
Some trilli’ roared Gucci and became fangola
Bring out the Can-Ams and motorcycles
I have two watches, but the shine doesn’t let me see the time

Turn it on, don’t turn it down
Lower your panties, raise your dress
Leave your boyfriend on the trip
Because tonight you and I are going to do
Naughty things

You guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here

You guys are not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mom for money
They shoot the guns, na, na, na
If you’re alone at the club, come here

(This is the remix)
The Casti
Pablo
Pailita
(No-No-Noriel)
In control, BigCvyu, give me light, boom
(The Jordan 23)
You guys already know that I’m with the team
And with Gerardo, we keep counting the bales, and that’s it
Lewis Somes in the house