Lyrics of Abayarde - Tego Calderón

Abayarde (original)

Ah, más que nada
Sálgase del frente que quiero pasar
Esta música está bien animada
Y yo vine pa' ganar, papá
Ja!
El Tego Calde', el Abayarde!
Pa’l que se esmande
Check it, ja-ja
Ah tú te crees que metes cabra porque ladra cuando habla
He visto muchos como tú, y a to' se les ha ido la guagua
Llegó el exagera’o como «El Vocero»
El Abayarde, Calde', also know as Tego
Pasando el rolo, volvió el negrolo cocolo
Que los jode como quiera, acompaña'o o solo
Este es mi chance, sigo sin quitarte el guante
Tirando alante, victorioso, con Dios por delante
Tú quieres llegar somewhere?
I’ll take you there
El Ric Flair, I’mma body slam your ass en La Brea
Boricua hasta el hueso, buscando progreso
Simplemente eso, mi jugo es espeso, cógele el peso
Le meto seso, me crezco ante los tropiezos
Y por necio he paga’o bien alto el precio
Tengo la prida de mi vida, por gracia divina
Algo me inspira, letra fina, pa' las bocinas
Papo, camina
Que el Abayarde la puso en China
Pa' tu esquina, maquina
Que me fui po' encima
Tira la toalla
Que llegué con mi rinquincalla
Mi propio estilo
No te sale por más que lo ensaya
Fuiste a la playa
Te echaste collares
Y nada, no te sale
Por más que lo ensaya
Papi camina
Que el Abayarde la puso en China
Pa' tú esquina, camina
Que me fui po' encima
De a verdura pa’l que todavía lo duda
Un cambumbo, soy un demente de la escritura
De donde viene mi sabrosura
Me inculcaron semillita de esta cultura
Desde la cuna, agradecido de esta negrura
Con la soltura de mi flow, no hago travesuras
Se siente uva, como Fidel Castro en Cuba
Jode con Calde', se te acaban las aventuras
Terminó la falsa, perdonen la tardanza
El que de lucha se cansa, sus sueños nunca alcanza
Me encanta, mira a ver si te adelanta
Y te pone en algo o me sobra lo que te falta
Lirica que arde, no te va a dar ni hambre
A mí no me molesta, oye, pa' que mangue
Si eres bueno como yo, somos dos, ¿qué pajó?
Ni en tu sueño bacatrán, tú le mete mas que Calderón
Te gusta la cherry Ponte las Everready
No vayas a flaquear como Strawberry
¿Cuál babilla?
si lo tuyo es irte en guira
Pero si Dios te la dio, San Pedro te la bendiga
Con tu gua-gua-gua te crees que intimida
Cochinchillo, encabulla, vuelve y tira
Es el Tego Calde', el Abayarde
En el 2002, mi socio, pa' luego es tarde
Papo, camina
Que el Abayarde la puso en China
Pa' tu esquina, maquina
Que me fui po' encima
Tira la toalla
Que llegué con mi rinquincalla
Mi propio estilo
No te sale por más que lo ensaya
Fuiste a la playa
Te echaste collares
Y nada, no te sale
Por más que lo ensaya
Camina
Que el Abayarde la puso en China
Pa' tú esquina, maquina
Que me fui po' encima

(translation)

oh more than anything
Get out of the front I want to pass
This music is very lively
And I came to win, dad
Ha!
The Tego Calde', the Abayarde!
Pa'l esmande
Check it, ha-ha
Ah you think you put goat because she barks when she speaks
I have seen many like you, and everyone has lost their bus
The exagera'o arrived as "El Vocero"
El Abayarde, Calde', also know as Tego
Passing the rolo, the negrolo cocolo returned
That he fucks them as he wants, accompanied or alone
This is my chance, I still don't take off the glove
Pulling forward, victorious, with God ahead
Do you want to get somewhere?
I'll take you there
El Ric Flair, I'mma body slam your ass in La Brea
Boricua to the bone, looking for progress
Just that, my juice is thick, take the weight
I put brains in it, I grow up in the face of stumbles
And for being a fool I have paid the price very high
I have the pride of my life, by divine grace
Something inspires me, fine print, for the speakers
Dad, walk
That the Abayarde put it in China
For your corner, machine
that I went over
throw in the towel
That I arrived with my rinquincalla
My own style
It doesn't come out no matter how hard you try it
You went to the beach
you wore necklaces
And nothing, it doesn't come out
No matter how much you try it
daddy walks
That the Abayarde put it in China
For your corner, walk
that I went over
From a vegetable to the one who still doubts it
A cambumbo, I am a writing madman
where does my lusciousness come from
They instilled in me a little seed of this culture
From the cradle, grateful for this blackness
With the ease of my flow, I don't play pranks
You feel grape, like Fidel Castro in Cuba
Fuck with Calde', you're running out of adventures
The fake finished, sorry for the delay
The one who gets tired of fighting, his dreams are never enough
I love it, see if he overtakes you
And he puts you in something or I have left over what you lack
Lirica that burns, you won't even get hungry
It doesn't bother me, hey, pa' que mangue
If you're good like me, there are two of us, what's up?
Not even in your bacatrán dream, you put more into it than Calderón
Do you like cherry Wear the Everready
Don't go faltering like Strawberry
Which babble?
if yours is to go in guira
But if God gave it to you, Saint Peter bless you
With your gua-gua-gua you think it intimidates
Piglet, spool up, come back and pull
It's the Tego Calde', the Abayarde
In 2002, my partner, then it's too late
Dad, walk
That the Abayarde put it in China
For your corner, machine
that I went over
throw in the towel
That I arrived with my rinquincalla
My own style
It doesn't come out no matter how hard you try it
You went to the beach
you wore necklaces
And nothing, it doesn't come out
No matter how much you try it
walk
That the Abayarde put it in China
For your corner, machine
that I went over