| Cha-cha-chau
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| Hey
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| For those who shoot for two pesos
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| For all those
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| That they wanted Don C from the 2000's back
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| I no longer make dumps because I don't need them
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| Ask the doña, ask the morrito
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| Ask even the one who didn't like rap, I insist
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| What's more, ask your favorite rapper
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| For the best rapper, fierce dog on this earth
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| C Kan! |
| The dog of all those bitches
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| And the other one who beeps because he is a member of the band
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| Well, come to put this member in a scarf
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| Hello Kung Fu Panda, Scooby Doo greets you
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| The one who bankrupted the queers in your crew
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| So you know how we do, have your carnalito silver
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| Here that is worth gaver, le perrie from morrito
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| And of course, everyone on his ranch is a rooster
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| But rooster that goes and stops them on their land
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| And besides, he sings to them, it turns out to be more rooster
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| Calm down macaw, I'm not going to kill you
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| Who supports the family if they send me to lock up?
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| But pay attention, loudmouth, we all know people
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| We know you and you are not a criminal
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| Do you feel arming?, 'then come and look for me
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| Because I don't have time for "I shoot you to sound"
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| I have a couple of bullets in the Taurus that would like to meet you
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| And I'm nothing more than in the street I want to see you
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| What if the first time you were lucky
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| Today death knocks louder at the door
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| I have a couple of bullets that would like to meet you
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| And I'm nothing more than in the street I want to see you
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| What if the first time you were lucky
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| Today death knocks louder at the door
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| They declared war on me throwing me a song
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| All for denial, don't record a song
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| Then we went to the street and they aborted the mission
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| If your idol doesn't peel you, will you turn to betray him?
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| They drive me crazy and I don't accept apologies
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| I'm done with your vice, don't blame me
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| Keep the woman from cuckolding him
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| Loosen the focus a bit and metal the notebook
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| Then you go and sue me, crazy for what she touches you
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| More money, more problems, I'm already full of fights
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| They start to shoot, because decadence came to them
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| Pull out my CD then I send 'em to crime
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| Then as a consequence, I sign with Universal
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| I buy my Cathedral and I go and pay my sentence
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| Like Pablo-blo, I don't sing about when I pull
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| But we are all bad, 'che old shit
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| Like Sodom and Gomorrah, I better run
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| Bald or with a cap, there is no one to pass me the comb
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| Hey bro, pull the baton, calm down, parrot
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| Ask your girl, whose groupie hater is, hey
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| I have a couple of bullets that would like to meet you
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| And I'm nothing more than in the street I want to see you
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| What if the first time you were lucky
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| Today death knocks louder at the door
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| Got a couple bullets in the Ta-Ta-Taurus
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| Ta-Ta-Taurus, Ta-Ta-Taurus
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| I got a couple of bullets, couple, couple of bullets
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| Got a couple bullets in the Ta-Ta-Taurus
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| This is from Master Alex
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| With the DJ who speaks the least and produces the most in Mexico
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| DJ Maxo
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| In your face, Guadalajara
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| Go and ask whipper
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| I didn't get a record label or a fucking check
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| To this day I am my own boss
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| The Boss
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| First teach yourself to sing and count
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| then get to work
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| And later you come to me with that you are going to kill me
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| Ah-ah, and you go to your room without dinner
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| This is just the tip
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| Let me drop them all Rated C |