Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cosa Buena, artist - Tego Calderón. Date of issue: 06.10.2014
Song language: Spanish
Cosa Buena(original) |
| Aja aja yo! |
| Deja te llevar carnal lo diferente |
| El abayarde |
| Tego Calde Dj Black |
| Mira quien llega, cosa buena |
| El negro Calde' sin problema |
| No se apenen |
| Porque miren este sandungueo es pa' las mujeres |
| No se alteren ni me fantasmeen |
| Pa' que se enteren convivo hasta sin papeles |
| Sino te gusta el bellaqueo no me condene |
| Datela pal carajo y no me suene |
| Pa' los gustos los colores |
| Le canto a los malechores |
| Y a esos pollitos que se viven mis canciones |
| Son supuesto reales que na' componen |
| Que son maleantes pero mañana pueden ser lechones |
| Mi flow le asusta porque se ajusta |
| A lo que gusta |
| Sino lo tengo se busca |
| Un nuevo sistema |
| Que la pista llena |
| Alegría pa' tu cuerpo sin macarena |
| La cosa se tranca |
| Ya no hay candanza |
| Llego el que canta |
| Y de la silla los levanta |
| Sin hacer trampa bravo como atlanta |
| Aquí no escampa |
| Aguanta que llego grandpa' |
| Mamazota mueve la palcela olvida las penas |
| Que lo que traigo es maicena |
| Dale hasta abajo |
| Si viras el trago yo pago |
| Y si te pones fresca te guallo |
| Ese cayo de solo verte yo fallo |
| Si como baila chinga hagamos el ensallo |
| En lo claro vamonos y nos matamos |
| Sin compromiso acabamos y chekiamo |
| Echumbarte como un aguacero e mayo |
| Y dar tabla por ahí pa bajo hasta el desmayo |
| Galopéame como caballo |
| Hacer cabo, mucha cintura y te llevo el que te trajo |
| Mira quien llega, cosa buena |
| El negro Calde' sin problema |
| No se apenen |
| Porque miren este sandungueo es pa' las mujeres |
| No se alteren ni me fantasmeen |
| Pa' que se enteren convivo hasta sin papeles |
| Sino te gusta el bellaqueo no me condenen |
| Datela pal carajo y no me suenen |
| Pa' los gustos los colores |
| Le canto a los malechores |
| Y a esos pollitos que se viven mis canciones |
| Son supuesto reales que na' componen |
| Que son maleantes pero mañana pueden ser lechones |
| Tego calderón ‘el abayarde'. |
| Black. |
| Si tiro duro sufres, si tiro suave lloras |
| Es que tu eres muy mamao' po' inventar con Calderona |
| Con dj Black el Aballarde |
| A fuego en el 2002 pa luego es tarde |
| (translation) |
| Aha aha me! |
| Let you carry carnal what is different |
| the abayarde |
| Tego Calde Dj Black |
| Look who's coming, good thing |
| The black Calde' without problem |
| don't grieve |
| Because look at this sandungueo is for women |
| Do not get upset or fantasize me |
| So that they find out, I even live without papers |
| If you don't like the bellaqueo, don't condemn me |
| Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell |
| For the tastes the colors |
| I sing to malefactors |
| And to those chicks that live my songs |
| They are supposedly real that they don't make up |
| That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets |
| My flow scares her because she adjusts |
| to what you like |
| If I don't have it, I look for it |
| a new system |
| that the track is full |
| Joy for your body without macarena |
| The thing is stuck |
| there is no candanza |
| The one who sings arrived |
| And from the chair he lifts them |
| No cheating bravo like Atlanta |
| It doesn't clear here |
| Hold on grandpa' arrived |
| Mamazota moves the palace forgets the sorrows |
| That what I bring is cornstarch |
| give it all the way down |
| If you turn the drink I pay |
| And if you get fresh I'll fuck you |
| That fell from just seeing you I failed |
| If how she dances chinga let's do the salad |
| In the clear let's go and kill ourselves |
| Without commitment we finish and chekiamo |
| Throw you away like a downpour in May |
| And give a table out there pa low until fainting |
| gallop me like a horse |
| Make a cape, a lot of waist and I'll take the one that brought you |
| Look who's coming, good thing |
| The black Calde' without problem |
| don't grieve |
| Because look at this sandungueo is for women |
| Do not get upset or fantasize me |
| So that they find out, I even live without papers |
| If you don't like bellaqueo, don't condemn me |
| Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell |
| For the tastes the colors |
| I sing to malefactors |
| And to those chicks that live my songs |
| They are supposedly real that they don't make up |
| That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets |
| Tego calderón 'the abayarde'. |
| Black. |
| If I shoot hard you suffer, if I shoot soft you cry |
| It is that you are very mamao' po' invent with Calderona |
| With dj Black el Aballarde |
| On fire in 2002 for later it's too late |