Abayarde - Tego Calderón

Ah, más que nada

Sálgase del frente que quiero pasar

Esta música está bien animada

Y yo vine pa' ganar, papá

Ja!

El Tego Calde', el Abayarde!

Pa’l que se esmande

Check it, ja-ja

Ah tú te crees que metes cabra porque ladra cuando habla

He visto muchos como tú, y a to' se les ha ido la guagua

Llegó el exagera’o como «El Vocero»

El Abayarde, Calde', also know as Tego

Pasando el rolo, volvió el negrolo cocolo

Que los jode como quiera, acompaña'o o solo

Este es mi chance, sigo sin quitarte el guante

Tirando alante, victorioso, con Dios por delante

Tú quieres llegar somewhere?

I’ll take you there

El Ric Flair, I’mma body slam your ass en La Brea

Boricua hasta el hueso, buscando progreso

Simplemente eso, mi jugo es espeso, cógele el peso

Le meto seso, me crezco ante los tropiezos

Y por necio he paga’o bien alto el precio

Tengo la prida de mi vida, por gracia divina

Algo me inspira, letra fina, pa' las bocinas

Papo, camina

Que el Abayarde la puso en China

Pa' tu esquina, maquina

Que me fui po' encima

Tira la toalla

Que llegué con mi rinquincalla

Mi propio estilo

No te sale por más que lo ensaya

Fuiste a la playa

Te echaste collares

Y nada, no te sale

Por más que lo ensaya

Papi camina

Que el Abayarde la puso en China

Pa' tú esquina, camina

Que me fui po' encima

De a verdura pa’l que todavía lo duda

Un cambumbo, soy un demente de la escritura

De donde viene mi sabrosura

Me inculcaron semillita de esta cultura

Desde la cuna, agradecido de esta negrura

Con la soltura de mi flow, no hago travesuras

Se siente uva, como Fidel Castro en Cuba

Jode con Calde', se te acaban las aventuras

Terminó la falsa, perdonen la tardanza

El que de lucha se cansa, sus sueños nunca alcanza

Me encanta, mira a ver si te adelanta

Y te pone en algo o me sobra lo que te falta

Lirica que arde, no te va a dar ni hambre

A mí no me molesta, oye, pa' que mangue

Si eres bueno como yo, somos dos, ¿qué pajó?

Ni en tu sueño bacatrán, tú le mete mas que Calderón

Te gusta la cherry Ponte las Everready

No vayas a flaquear como Strawberry

¿Cuál babilla?

si lo tuyo es irte en guira

Pero si Dios te la dio, San Pedro te la bendiga

Con tu gua-gua-gua te crees que intimida

Cochinchillo, encabulla, vuelve y tira

Es el Tego Calde', el Abayarde

En el 2002, mi socio, pa' luego es tarde

Papo, camina

Que el Abayarde la puso en China

Pa' tu esquina, maquina

Que me fui po' encima

Tira la toalla

Que llegué con mi rinquincalla

Mi propio estilo

No te sale por más que lo ensaya

Fuiste a la playa

Te echaste collares

Y nada, no te sale

Por más que lo ensaya

Camina

Que el Abayarde la puso en China

Pa' tú esquina, maquina

Que me fui po' encima

oh more than anything

Get out of the front I want to pass

This music is very lively

And I came to win, dad

Ha!

The Tego Calde', the Abayarde!

Pa'l esmande

Check it, ha-ha

Ah you think you put goat because she barks when she speaks

I have seen many like you, and everyone has lost their bus

The exagera'o arrived as "El Vocero"

El Abayarde, Calde', also know as Tego

Passing the rolo, the negrolo cocolo returned

That he fucks them as he wants, accompanied or alone

This is my chance, I still don't take off the glove

Pulling forward, victorious, with God ahead

Do you want to get somewhere?

I'll take you there

El Ric Flair, I'mma body slam your ass in La Brea

Boricua to the bone, looking for progress

Just that, my juice is thick, take the weight

I put brains in it, I grow up in the face of stumbles

And for being a fool I have paid the price very high

I have the pride of my life, by divine grace

Something inspires me, fine print, for the speakers

Dad, walk

That the Abayarde put it in China

For your corner, machine

that I went over

throw in the towel

That I arrived with my rinquincalla

My own style

It doesn't come out no matter how hard you try it

You went to the beach

you wore necklaces

And nothing, it doesn't come out

No matter how much you try it

daddy walks

That the Abayarde put it in China

For your corner, walk

that I went over

From a vegetable to the one who still doubts it

A cambumbo, I am a writing madman

where does my lusciousness come from

They instilled in me a little seed of this culture

From the cradle, grateful for this blackness

With the ease of my flow, I don't play pranks

You feel grape, like Fidel Castro in Cuba

Fuck with Calde', you're running out of adventures

The fake finished, sorry for the delay

The one who gets tired of fighting, his dreams are never enough

I love it, see if he overtakes you

And he puts you in something or I have left over what you lack

Lirica that burns, you won't even get hungry

It doesn't bother me, hey, pa' que mangue

If you're good like me, there are two of us, what's up?

Not even in your bacatrán dream, you put more into it than Calderón

Do you like cherry Wear the Everready

Don't go faltering like Strawberry

Which babble?

if yours is to go in guira

But if God gave it to you, Saint Peter bless you

With your gua-gua-gua you think it intimidates

Piglet, spool up, come back and pull

It's the Tego Calde', the Abayarde

In 2002, my partner, then it's too late

Dad, walk

That the Abayarde put it in China

For your corner, machine

that I went over

throw in the towel

That I arrived with my rinquincalla

My own style

It doesn't come out no matter how hard you try it

You went to the beach

you wore necklaces

And nothing, it doesn't come out

No matter how much you try it

walk

That the Abayarde put it in China

For your corner, machine

that I went over