Habana - Orishas

Nena, ese camello esta, oye

Acaballando toda La Habana

La jine mami, con su bacan, pa ca'

Acaballando toda La Habana

Y los taxistas estan

Acaballando toda La Habana

Y como estan los soneros?

Acaballando toda La Habana

Digo yo cosas del destino

Me arrastraron hasta de mi isla

Y cual es la sorpresa que me llevaria

Al ver que mi niño, mi sueño rosado

Muy gris se volvia

En el comienzo, mucho trabajo

Bro que pase yo, todavia pase

No sabia yo, mi chama

Ahi comienza el tema de este drama

Y mama, que siempre tiene razon en la trama

Cuida tu mi niño de los especuladores

Que un amigo en este barrio suelen ser traidores

Me la jugue, y en esa ganga nueva penetre

Creyendome que mucho money iba a hacer

Y termine justo donde no queria mama

Dentro de una caja, se acabo la fama

El barrio esta en yama

Todo el mundo boca arriba, en un sueño

Que no acaba!

Y la vecina del barrio, para en la ventana

Acaballando toda La Habana

Que me cuentas tu, que no sepa yo?

Acaballando toda La Habana

El indio a las doce del dia

Acaballando toda La Habana

Guapo, guapo tu, guapo, guapo yo

Acaballando toda La Habana

Hay, mi amigo me invito

A comer en casa de su hermana

Ella preparo un cerdito

Para asar temprano en la mañana

Lamenton quedo, hay!, quedo sin gasolina

Tremendo monton de kilometros

Mira, tuvimos que andar

Dandole a la catalina, eh-eh.

Llegamos a las tres de la talde

Cuando todo, todo, telminaba

Y estaban sus siete primos, que llegaban

Desde Villa Clara

Tres con su mujer, los otros con sus chama

No queda de comer tu vez, y ademas

No quedan camas, eh-eh, ah-ah

Que boberia, si no es pa' tanto

Lobelebele, belebele, tu,

Que boberia, si no es pa' tanto

Tobelebele, belebele, tu

Si me pase la vida en el barrio

La jinetera, el yuma, el comentario

Pega, pegao al techo, echos

Todos en sus cajas, manufacturados

Operacion Cohiba, no hay monadas

Que interrumpan la jugada

Territorio desplejado de francesas

Como manadas, llegadas, con los

Negrones sofocado, inundan la foresta

Pequeña hijita pregunta

œchichito, ponte pa las cajas

Si no estamos fritos

Uno de los yuma era el meta

Coño mejor dicho trompeta

Eso me paso por gloton

En vez de una sirena pesque un tiburon

Baby, that camel is, hey

Finishing off all of Havana

La jine mami, with her bacan of her, pa ca '

Finishing off all of Havana

And the taxi drivers are

Finishing off all of Havana

And how are the soneros?

Finishing off all of Havana

I say things of destiny

They dragged me to my island

And what is the surprise that would bring me

Seeing that my boy, my pink dream

very gray it became

In the beginning, a lot of work

Bro, what happened to me, still happened

I didn't know, my girl

There begins the theme of this drama

And mom, who is always right in the plot

Take care of your my child from the speculators

That a friend in this neighborhood are usually traitors

I played it, and in that new bargain I penetrated

Believing that I was going to make a lot of money

And I ended up right where mom didn't want

Inside a box, the fame is over

The neighborhood is in yama

Everyone face up, in a dream

It doesn't end!

And the neighbor of the neighborhood stops at the window

Finishing off all of Havana

What do you tell me that I don't know?

Finishing off all of Havana

The Indian at twelve o'clock

Finishing off all of Havana

Handsome, handsome you, handsome, handsome me

Finishing off all of Havana

There, my friend invited me

To eat at his sister's house

She prepared a little pig

To roast early in the morning

I'm sorry I'm out, there! I'm out of gas

Tremendous lot of kilometers

Look, we had to walk

Hitting the Catalina, eh-eh.

We arrived at three o'clock

When everything, everything, ended

And there were her seven cousins, who arrived

From Villa Clara

Three with his wife, the others with their girls

There is no time left to eat, and besides

There are no beds left, eh-eh, ah-ah

What nonsense, if it's not for so much

Lobebele, belebele, you,

What nonsense, if it's not for so much

Tobelebele, belebele, you

If I spend my life in the neighborhood

The jinetera, the yuma, the comment

Hit, hit the ceiling, echoes

All in their boxes of it, manufactured

Operation Cohiba, there are no cuties

Interrupt the play

French territory depleted

Like herds, arrivals, with the

Niggers suffocated, flood the forest

little daughter asks

œchichito, go to the boxes

If we are not fried

One of the yuma was the meta

Pussy better said trumpet

That happened to me for glutton

Instead of a mermaid catch a shark