Mi Entierro - Tego Calderón

Mi entierro va a ser el acaboce

Ahora veran como lo quiero

Crucecita, Corona, zero flores

Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen

Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera

Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte

Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando

Despues que me lleven donde quiera

Pero que no falte «el terrorista»

Vico-C, Maicol y nuel-Ma'

Que esten Baby Rasta, Gringo

Falo, Yankee, Nicky Jam

Cejon el Master Joe

Y su consul O.G.

Black

Miguel Play y Chezinola

DJ Adam, el Mad Jam

Que no se me olvide Horny

Wisin, Yandel, y el super PantyMan

Notty con Hector y Tito

Tambien las Guanabanas

Cava, y el sindicato

Rey Pirin, Tempo y Mexican

Y alomejor de la caja yo me levanto y…

Hola, que tal

No se vaya a desmayar

Es que el vuelo mio lo van a atrazar

Tuve que hablar con San Pedro y con el manda Mas Que me diera un chance

Que yo me iba a dejar llevar

Malos tiempos influye grandemente lo que escribo

Vivo, con fe que no me toca el desatino

Si me toca lo mio, a lo adivino

Quiero mucho bandidas y mucho tiro

Que al song de Maelo despidan mi duelo

Porque yo soy negrito bueno y ando sin miedo

Pa' mi la muerte es una vida vivida

Y la vida es una muerte que viene

Conforme con llegar al 2009

Si se puede, ultima palabra usted la tiene

Agradezco mis colegas por darse cita

Y la gente que me trajo el cañita y la mala hojita

La seta, y a las dos

Con tanta mujer bonita, quien no resuscita

Como pica, sin prisa

Pueden postponer la misa

Devolver este gavan, la corbata y la camisa

Sin me necesitas grita

O mejor haz como Madonna y Evita

Dios me los cuide

Y la virgen de los guarde

Deseos del aballarde

Oye, pa' que mangues

Me despido de los niggers

Que siempre ponen atencion a lo que tiren

Mi pueblo vive

Hago musica de respeto

Azul completo, pa' blanco y pa' prietos

Happy to be nappy

Exploto como Nagasaki

No hay futuro tirando lirica sloppy

No soy del monton, ni promedio

Tengo los medios

Se cancelo lo del cementerio

Pero si muero, el negro que viene luego

Dejarle algo claro quiero

Es que mi cria o mi gata no se maltrata

O por la noche voy a jalarte las patas

Eso es lo que pasa

Soy Zulu igual que Shaka

Y tu no puedes entrar en mi casa

Sabes quien eres

Bendicion a to' esos seres

Que me cuidan y me quieren

Misionando en la segunda

A mi manera

Cosa buena

No me huelen ni las azucenas

Mi entierro va a ser el acabute

Ahora veran como lo quiero

Crucecita, Corona, zero flores

Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen

Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera

Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte

Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando

Despues que me lleven donde quiera

My funeral is going to be the end

Now you will see how I want it

Little cross, Crown, zero flowers

Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it

Also in my box I would like

Some cigarettes and something strong

To continue drinking and smoking

After they take me wherever I want

But don't miss "the terrorist"

Vico-C, Maicol and nuel-Ma'

Let them be Baby Rasta, Gringo

Phallus, Yankee, Nicky Jam

Cejon the Master Joe

And his consul to him O.G.

Black

Miguel Play and Chezinola

DJ Adam, the Mad Jam

Let me not forget Horny

Wisin, Yandel, and the super PantyMan

Notty with Hector and Tito

Also soursops

Cava, and the union

King Pirin, Tempo and Mexican

And maybe out of the box I get up and…

Hi how are things

Don't go fainting

It is that my flight is going to be delayed

I had to speak with San Pedro and with the boss More to give me a chance

That I was going to get carried away

Bad times greatly influence what I write

I live, with faith that nonsense does not touch me

If I get mine, I guess

I want a lot of bandidas and a lot of shooting

Let Maelo's song dismiss my duel

Because I'm a good black boy and I walk without fear

For me, death is a lived life

And life is a death that comes

Satisfied with reaching 2009

If you can, you have the last word

I thank my colleagues for making an appointment

And the people who brought me the straw and the bad leaf

The mushroom, and at two

With so many beautiful women, who does not resurrect

How it stings, without hurry

They can postpone the mass

Return this gavan, tie and shirt

without you need me shout

Or better do like Madonna and Evita

God take care of them

And the virgin of the guard

wishes of the aballarde

Hey, pa' that you sleeve

I say goodbye to the niggers

That they always pay attention to what they throw

my people live

I make music of respect

Full blue, pa' white and pa' prietos

happy to be nappy

I explode like Nagasaki

There is no future throwing sloppy lyrics

I'm not the bunch, nor average

I have the means

The cemetery was canceled

But if I die, the black that comes next

I want to make something clear

It is that my baby or my cat is not mistreated

Or at night I'm going to pull your legs

That is what happens

I'm Zulu just like Shaka

And you can't get into my house

Do you know who you are

Blessing to 'those beings

who take care of me and love me

Missioning in the second

My way

Good thing

Not even lilies smell me

My funeral will be the end

Now you will see how I want it

Little cross, Crown, zero flowers

Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it

Also in my box I would like

Some cigarettes and something strong

To continue drinking and smoking

After they take me wherever I want