Lyrics of Uno Dos Uno - Quilate, Hermano L, little pepe

Uno Dos Uno (original)

Uno dos, uno, uno dos, uno
Engancho el miguiri-mic en el momento oportuno
Uno dos, u-u-uno dos tres
Yes!
We bless the mic, no stress
Lord, hey don’t, diguiri-don't stop
Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock
Now look inna the party
Pa, pa, bombo clap, tírate al suelo
Freestyle, la soltamo' al vuelo
Feeling guay cuando el humo es caramelo
Arriba en
Préndelo, dámelo, dámelo sincero
Ras, aquí no un rastrero
No quiero verte asomando el plumero, man
Tú tuviste que caer primero
Frío como enero when I enter the cypher
Now what I mean
Ojos de acero, corta el vuelo como Excaliburg
Único-co MC capaz de hacer ragga así
Top ten in the street, no hagas caso a magazines
Fuck fools, sleeping without industry
Boom biddy bye, never bye mi soul
Rich they die but never reach their goals
gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free
Smoke one two three
Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free
Bla bla to my back pero luego nada delante de mí
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
Oldies valen pa’na (Eh you)
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
Follow me, family, hermanos y hermanas ¡Pra!
Uno dos, uno dos, uno
Little Pepe y Quilate llaman y raudo acudo
Uno dos, uno dos tres
Oh, yes, voy más lía'o que el guión de Falcon Crest
Uno dos, uno dos, uno
Trinco los micrófonos aun siendo un viejuno
Uno dos, uno dos tres
Oh, yes, siempre lo hago clean y lo hago fresh
Soy el veteran, si puedo doy la mano
Y no es que busque luchar con nadie
Deseo entera paz, ni cuarto ni mitad
Lo pongo guapo, voy al trapo sin que falle
Me pongo mi calzón, después mi pantalón
Y no me importa si cantar no es rentable
Te doy la pura acción, descarga vibración
Se minucioso y cuida’o con los detalles, oh yeah
Cuando lo valgo, pocos quedan que no bailan
Algunos me llaman Mister
No sé nada de tus mitos, es posible que se caigan
Cuando se acaba el acto, yo soy un humano más
Para los blancos o los negros o los grises o el de azul
Cualquier raza, credo, les deseo que vivan a full
El L es cool, sin por ello dejar de ser humilde
Sé de dónde vengo, sé para dónde hay que ir, ah
No me hace falta la farla, no me hace falta el speed, no
No me hace falta la ganjah, no me hace falta la weed, no
No me hacen falta los falsos, no me hace falta la envidia
Lo que esto necesita es menos teatro, parodia
No me valgo del odio para poder crecer, no
Eso más bien te va a hacer empequeñecer
El L calla, atina pilas, siempre apila rimas finas
Le proponen gran proyecto y pone lo mejor en él, yes

(translation)

One two one one two one
I hook the miguiri-mic at the right moment
One two, u-u-one two three
And it is!
We bless the mic, no stress
Lord, hey don't, diguiri-don't stop
Booyaka now, everybody gonna rock
Now look in the party
Pa, pa, hype clap, drop to the ground
Freestyle, let's let it fly
Feeling cool when the smoke is caramel
up in
Turn it on, give it to me, give it to me sincere
Ras, not a creep here
I don't want to see you sticking out the duster, man
you had to fall first
Cold as January when I enter the cypher
Now what I mean
Eyes of steel, cut the flight like Excaliburg
Only-co MC able to do ragga like this
Top ten in the street, don't listen to magazines
Fuck fools, sleeping without industry
Boom biddy bye, never bye my soul
Rich they die but never reach their goals
gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free, gonna get free
smoke one two three
Gonna get free, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna get free
Blah blah to my back but then nothing in front of me
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
Oldies are worth pa'na (Eh you)
Na-na, na-na, na, na, na-na
Follow me, family, brothers and sisters Pra!
One two, one two, one
Little Pepe and Quilate call and I quickly come
One two, one two three
Oh yes, I'm messier than the Falcon Crest script
One two, one two, one
I snap the microphones even being an old man
One two, one two three
Oh yes, I always make it clean and I make it fresh
I am the veteran, if I can I shake hands
And it is not that I seek to fight with anyone
I wish complete peace, neither a quarter nor a half
I make it handsome, I go to the rag without fail
I put on my shorts, then my pants
And I don't care if singing isn't profitable
I give you the pure action, download vibration
Be meticulous and take care of the details, oh yeah
When I'm worth it, few remain who don't dance
Some call me Mister
I don't know about your myths, they might fall
When the act is over, I am one more human
For the whites or the blacks or the grays or the one in blue
Whatever race, creed, I wish you to live to the fullest
The L is cool, without ceasing to be humble
I know where I come from, I know where to go, ah
I don't need the farla, I don't need the speed, no
I don't need the ganjah, I don't need the weed, no
I don't need the fake ones, I don't need the envy
What this needs is less drama, parody
I don't use hate to grow, no
That will rather make you dwarf
The L is silent, hits batteries, always stacks fine rhymes
They propose a great project and he puts his best into it, yes