| Voy pa’l este
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| Que todos me sigan
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| Voy pa’l este
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| Que todos se miran
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| Con la medida mas alta que existe
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| Con esta verdad es que nadie resiste
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| Frankly speaking, we are eager
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| To be bumpin' this out to your speakers
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| So plently (?) chance if you are not in
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| And there’s no offense so come again
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| Now watch us, we vow we’re out of control
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| You let el moro so therefore hit with it __(?)
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| Shawts with flow
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| Brrrrrrrrrr
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| There you go
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| Ahora te cambio yo el flow
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| Yo tengo este don de hacer sobre el pita lo que quiera:
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| Le pego, la muerdo, la trago, la cuido, porque yo soy la fiera (??)
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| Dale duro
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| Dale duro, duro
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| Asi que: dale duro, dale duro, duro
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| Asi que:
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| Some strugles and troubles
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| I’m begging they hustle, not moving their muscles
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| So come n' get me
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| Dale duro
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| Dale duro, duro
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| Asi que: dale duro, dale duro, duro
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| There we go
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| They’re gonna be brave
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| And you’ll be amazed
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| Don’t live in a haze, so hit hard
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| No matter how pop (?)
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| When haters don’t stand a chance
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| No matter who, why, when, can’t deny who I am
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| Wanna tell me how to live
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| Tell me how to think right
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| Think you got me figured out
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| ‘Cuz you believe though a hype
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| I don’t care if you trump
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| One day you’ll gon' be low on cash
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| I don’t care how you __(?)
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| Imma keep coming back
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| Wanna know where I stay (?)
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| Get your front page
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| Tell you: what? |
| I ain’t mad, Imma shine away your hate!
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| Yeah I was born in the west
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| Went to school in the west
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| Learned to walk in the west
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| Maybe die in the west
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| I am universal, got reasons, got blames
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| Feel flexible and simple
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| So fresh, so clean
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| Try to outcast my deen (?)
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| Start fresh, new season (?)
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| Till we change what is in ourselves
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| Go break your ego!
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| Un moro, dos moros, tres moros que:
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| Ponen en fuego los titulares
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| Pero en la caye tienen fe
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| Tres moros, dos moros, un moro mas
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| (like this, life music)
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| Esto es mas, que mas?
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| I said sister, whatch' you’re crying about?
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| (I don’t know)
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| You’re just a little bit of woman
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| But you sound like a crowd
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| With the sound like a crowd
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| So what? |
| I’m half your size
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| I’m like a house of bricks
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| I’ve got that extra spice
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| Yes, I’m just full of tricks
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| My webs (?) are made of cabla'(?)
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| To resist a million kicks
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| Yes I’m a rolling stone
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| To me, nothing sticks
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| I’m going higher, even though I had withdrawn since '96(??) |