| Chorus:
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| Tomasa opens the door and turns off the television
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| Salsamuffi n in the ragga house with cumbia, and with son!
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| Make way, my music bursts the cement
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| You don't know me because I'm the sergeant
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| This beat comes with flavor and feeling
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| Let yourself go and you will see that I do not lie
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| This rhythm has gunpowder inside
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| Shoot melodies and stick them in the center
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| This is true and right
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| When I say that my music bursts the cement
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| Cumbia, ragga, dancehall with son
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| Tasty mix of rhythms that brings this song
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| Mexico, Colombia, Cuba, Jamaica in combination
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| With the Mediterranean being the connection
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| Up town, down town, the rumba has already started
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| From Valencia to Bogota passing through Guantánamo
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| From Monterrey to Mexico City via the beautiful Jalisco
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| From Santiago to Havana passing through Kingston
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| Chorus
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| Give me a beat, give me an accordion
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| And what I form you is a revolution
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| Give me a mike, and give me a guitar
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| And just like that, I give you an extra song
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| I tell you that's how my music was born
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| From my neighborhood the echo and the chronicle
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| That's how I feed myself, I don't care about criticism
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| The street inspires me, the rest doesn't bother me
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| Cumbia, ragga, dancehall with son
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| Tasty mix of rhythms that brings this song
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| Mexico, Colombia, Cuba, Jamaica in combination
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| With the Mediterranean being the connection
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| I am salsamuffi n neighbor
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| And you know I live on the corner
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| I turn the bitter into sweetness
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| I am tomorrow, I am culture
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| You can see all this in our neighborhood
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| At every turn
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| The volume very high sounding through the speakers
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| The DJ spinning the beats with art on stage
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| Everybody dancing and vibing with
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| our rhyme
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| Muffi n and Muffi n and raggamuffi n
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| Muffi n and Muffi n and cumbiamuffi n
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| Chorus |