Lyrics of Payaso - Dyablo, Tego Calderón

Payaso (original)

Háblame de quien tu eres pa que yo te crea
Aporta algo fanfarronea
Dejo que se crea
En la película
Tu lírica es súper ridícula
El negro ta curao de espanto en verdad
No me tiene que ayudar ni na
El cándido bandido
Nunca habla de lo vivido
Hace lo que haya que hacer y nos fuimos
Cantenmela simple pero con sentido
Pa sonar calle no hay que presentido
Ser negativo ni tan cochinchillo
Ofrece apuñala, no tiene cuchillo
Tráela como el, yo no me maquillo
No corro con cabra le saque la pata al chivo
Se acabaron los confis de colores
Llego el champa oca en los habladores.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Tu has matao como un millon
Sin cojerte un caso
Me delato tu en un payaso
Tú ronca mucho y esa es tu debilidad
Aquí en la calle se te fue la credibilidad
Tu no tiene amigo
Tu no tiene gente
Tú anda con testigo
Yo ando con presente
Tú me copia a mí,
Más cabron que un samper
Y anda por ahí
Más cagao que un pamper
Y ustedes saben que no son de cora
Que te encabra esto lao men en la emisora
Me critican
Pero cuando zumbo se pican
Ninguno vive lo que predican (OYE!)
Tú no eres real, tú eres de juguete
Tú no eres un hombre, tu ere un mandulete
Tu no te has graduao, tu ere un cadete
Tu no ere al carbón, tu ere al cahuete.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Esto es pabilao
Activao
Súper engorilao
Calibrao
Pa mi lao
(Shh!) hablan demasiao
Tranqui tranquilo los tengo caviao
So aquí no pon convivir los mando pal barrio en los acostao
Tremendo guatazo (Wow)
Llevatela viento pero se fue de fao
Los que saben, saben que todo lo de ello es montao
Que son unos bobos crillao
La culpa es mía por tenerlos mal acostumbraos
Por dejársela pasar cuando piden cacao
Tego me llamo pa tirarle en el Undertook
Pues para echarlo no hace falta glock
Hablan de sacarle, matar
De que mandan y van
Pero los quisiera ver en un ran-tan-tan-tan
Donde repalo yo se mata tarzan
Si pican fuera del pote se van se van.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Si no me mata con bala, matame de risa
Y que me velen Eloisa
Saquenme la tripa
Y hagan una cuica
Y al que se tropiece lo pica (lo pica)
A lo que vivimo, de regreso
Con violencia no hay progreso (NO! NO!)
Metele muñeca rompete los sesos
Y dime algo en el proceso
Pa que lo que escucha salgan ganadores
Soy la conciencia en los jodedores
Y a mí sin cebones
Si suenan los cloes
Se aprenden algo los menores.
Yo me contradigo
Cada vez que escribo
Empiezo bien y pierdo los estribos
Trae colecciones
Despelucan los míos
Pero legiones pa mis enemigos.
Pinche vato payaso (WIIIIII!)
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Pinche vato payaso
De la risa me esta matando
Hablan demasiado
Y no van al mambo.
Eso de sacarla pa usarla
Esta claro pero la condena es larga
El que te lo dijo tal vez nunca preso ha ido
Ma yo se lo que te digo.

(translation)

Tell me about who you are so that I believe you
Bring something bragging
I let it be created
In the film
your lyrics are super ridiculous
The black ta curao of fright really
You don't have to help me or anything
the guileless bandit
He never talks about what he lived
Does what needs to be done and off we go
Sing it to me simple but with meaning
To dream the street, you don't have to have a premonition
Being negative or so piggy
He offers to stab, he has no knife
Bring it like him, I don't put on makeup
I don't run with a goat, I took the goat's leg
No more colored confis
The champa oca arrived in the talkers.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
You have killed like a million
without taking a case
I gave you away as a clown
You snore a lot and that's your weakness
Here on the street you lost credibility
You don't have a friend
You don't have people
you walk with a witness
I walk with present
You copy me
More bastard than a samper
and walk around
More shit than a pamper
And you know that they are not from cora
What fits you this lao men in the station
They criticize me
But when I buzz they sting
Nobody lives what they preach (HEY!)
You are not real, you are a toy
You are not a man, you are a mandulete
You have not graduated, you are a cadet
You are not charcoal, you are peanuts.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
this is wicker
activated
super engorilao
Calibrate
for my lao
(Shh!) they talk too much
Calm down calm down I have them caviao
So here, don't put the commands to live together in the neighborhood in the bed
Tremendous hit (Wow)
Take her wind but she left fao
Those who know, know that all of it is montao
What are fools crillao
It's my fault for having them badly used to it
For letting her pass when they ask for cocoa
Tego called me to throw him in the Undertook
Well, to throw him out, you don't need a glock
They talk about taking him out, killing
Of what they send and they go
But I would like to see them in a ran-tan-tan-tan
Where I repalo I kill tarzan
If they bite out of the pot they go they go.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
If he doesn't kill me with a bullet, kill me with laughter
And watch over me Eloisa
take my gut out
and make a cuica
And whoever trips it itches (it itches)
To what we live, back
With violence there is no progress (NO! NO!)
put it doll break your brains
And tell me something in the process
So that what you hear comes out winners
I'm the conscience in the fuckers
And me without cebones
If the cloes sound
The minors learn something.
I contradict myself
every time i write
I start off good and lose my temper
bring collections
They rip mine
But legions for my enemies.
Damn vato clown (WIIIIII!)
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
fucking vato clown
From the laughter it's killing me
They talk too much
And they don't go to the mambo.
That of taking it out to use it
It is clear but the sentence is long
The one who told you maybe never imprisoned he has gone
May I know what I'm telling you.