Golpe de Estado - Daddy Yankee

Yankee, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Nelly, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Tommy, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Luny, saca los fuletes…

(Come on!)

(Tommy Viera!)

Listo con mi batallon, preparense pal golpe de estado

Esta pendejá termina en rifles y comenzó con palos

No quieren la riña con el indio de los aspectos malos

Saco al obligao' que al lao' mueran por el criminal

Viera, lirico que en alto promedio tengan para el grado

Tiro la invasión de bombas atomicas que los esta matando

Barrios y caserios son las calles que estan acompañando

Al incordio majadero del flow que da castigo

No se duerman, suben de afuera por la orilla de la arena

Que donde el agua esta serena muerden las pirañas

Mejor ando solo, apago solo

Y no confio en nadie

Mas que en el metal que cargo solo

Yankee, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Nelly, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Tommy, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Luny, saca los fuletes…

Yankee, matalos

Con ritmo matalos

Con flow suenalos

En la disco y tirame el dembow

Se activaron mis cangris y no creen en perdon

Suelta bala, guerilla, y tirame el dembow

(Daddy!)

Tommy, matalos

Con ritmo matalos

Con flow suenalos

En la disco y tirame el dembow

Se activaron mis cangris y no creen en perdon

Suelta bala, guerilla, y tirame el dembow

Tommy, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Nelly, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Yankee, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Luny, saca los fuletes…

Empezo la cazería, diseñate mañana un buen gabán

Mi caballería abusa mas que el imperio alemán

La alta jerarquía reconocida como Los Cangris

Salte de la vía que vamos con actos kamakaze

Aprendan de esta escuela que es la mas duro que suena

Salimos contra de cualquiera asi que eviten los problemas

Que hoy en dia aunque no sea noche buena

Los lechones en la calle con plomo se rellenan

Impacto, intacto, suelto en el acto

Y canto, aplasto a estos que dicen rimar y tener flow

Rapto y mato para sangre al pacto

Por eso es que no creo en ningun motherfucker

El mas versatil, guerrero de la estamina volatil

Poner las reglas entregao' como L' Yankee

Pa' mi esto es como un chamaquito y el candy

Ustedes suenan bien pero no como Los Cangris

Tommy, matalos

Con ritmo matalos

Con flow suenalos

En la disco y tirame el dembow

Se activaron mis cangris y no creen en perdon

Suelta bala, guerilla, y tirame el dembow

Yankee, matalos

Con ritmo matalos

Con flow suenalos

En la disco y tirame el dembow

Se activaron mis cangris y no creen en perdon

Suelta bala, guerilla, y tirame el dembow

Tommy, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Nelly, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Yankee, saca los fuletes

Nos fuimos algarete

Luny, saca los fuletes…

Tommy Viera!

Los Cangris!

Daddy Yankee!

Empezó la presión!

You know how we do, man!

Sin tituveo, sin juego!

A quedarnos con el canto!

Tommy Viera!

Daddy Yankee!

Come on!

Yankee, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Nelly, take out the fuletes

we went algarete

Tommy, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Luny, take out the fuletes...

(Come on!)

(Tommy Viera!)

Ready with my battalion, prepare for the coup

This asshole ends in rifles and started with sticks

They do not want the fight with the Indian of the bad aspects

I take out the obligao 'that the lao' die for the criminal

Viera, lyrical that they have a high average for the degree

I throw the invasion of atomic bombs that is killing them

Barrios and hamlets are the streets that are accompanying

To the annoying nuisance of the flow that punishes

Don't fall asleep, come up from outside along the shore of the sand

That where the water is serene, piranhas bite

I better walk alone, turn off alone

And I don't trust nobody

More than in the metal that I carry alone

Yankee, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Nelly, take out the fuletes

we went algarete

Tommy, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Luny, take out the fuletes...

Yankee, kill 'em

With rhythm kill them

with flow sound them

At the disco and throw me the dembow

My cangris were activated and they don't believe in forgiveness

Drop a bullet, guerilla, and throw me the dembow

(Daddy!)

Tommy kill 'em

With rhythm kill them

with flow sound them

At the disco and throw me the dembow

My cangris were activated and they don't believe in forgiveness

Drop a bullet, guerilla, and throw me the dembow

Tommy, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Nelly, take out the fuletes

we went algarete

Yankee, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Luny, take out the fuletes...

The hunt has started, design a good coat tomorrow

My cavalry abuses more than the German empire

The high hierarchy recognized as Los Cangris

Get out of the way we're going with kamakaze acts

Learn from this school that is the hardest it sounds

We go out against anyone so avoid problems

That today, even if it is not a good night

Piglets on the street with lead are stuffed

Impact, intact, loose on the spot

And I sing, I crush those who say they rhyme and have flow

Rapture and kill for blood to the covenant

That's why I don't believe in no motherfucker

The most versatile, warrior of volatile stamina

Put the rules delivered 'like L' Yankee

For me this is like a little boy and candy

You sound good but not like Los Cangris

Tommy kill 'em

With rhythm kill them

with flow sound them

At the disco and throw me the dembow

My cangris were activated and they don't believe in forgiveness

Drop a bullet, guerilla, and throw me the dembow

Yankee, kill 'em

With rhythm kill them

with flow sound them

At the disco and throw me the dembow

My cangris were activated and they don't believe in forgiveness

Drop a bullet, guerilla, and throw me the dembow

Tommy, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Nelly, take out the fuletes

we went algarete

Yankee, get the fuletes out

we went algarete

Luny, take out the fuletes...

Tommy Viera!

The Cangris!

Daddy Yankee!

The pressure started!

You know how we do, man!

No hesitation, no game!

Let's stay with the song!

Tommy Viera!

Daddy Yankee!

Come on!