Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eres Confidente, artist - Tego Calderón. Date of issue: 13.06.2002
Song language: Spanish
Eres Confidente(original) |
| Malos tiempos… |
| Yo no quiero… |
| Aunque me traigan de satino… |
| Ángel divino… |
| Es que no quiero en mi camino… |
| La fatalidad… |
| Deja el llantén |
| Aguanta lo que te den |
| Te lo dije, men |
| Y como quiera tu |
| Cooperaste con fiscalia, mala tuya, no mía |
| Sabias lo que venia, aja, jaja… |
| Estas mal |
| Déjate llevar carnal |
| Te van a dar |
| Y al lao mío no te puedes parar |
| No están to’s los que son |
| Ni son to’s los que están |
| Te acabaste de ganar más tiros que Afganistán |
| Te toca, tu situación es penosa |
| Ayer narcotraficante |
| Te creías la gran cosa |
| Comías niños crudos con la boca |
| No aguantaste la presión, soplón |
| Ahora eres chota |
| ¿Quienes son los buenos? |
| ¿Quienes son los malos? |
| Depende del cristal con que miramos |
| La gente que mucho aparentan se calientan |
| Porque han hecho pa’l ventas |
| Creen que amedrentan |
| Sí hay sí, existen pa’l, esto no es mentira |
| Pa' mi que cantan como Shakira |
| Mira, y sin cojones me tiene si anda en Mercedes |
| O si limpiarte el culo con billetes de cien puedes |
| No saques furia si no te atreves |
| Eso es lo tuyo eres confidente, y eso te duele |
| Tu estilo pasó de moda como las cadenas en soga |
| A quién carajo crees que sugestiona |
| Chota, chota bicho comes como cosa loca |
| Yo soy la gota que desborda la copa |
| Pa' ti no hay zetas, libretas, ni pesetas |
| _____________ ni ocho el escamoso mala mañoso |
| Jaja, no me hables de negocios |
| Yo no soy, ni fui, ni seré tu socio |
| A to' switche siempre y cuando no me perjudiques |
| Date un pique antes de que mi partner te identifique |
| Si lo deseas, aquí muere la cosa |
| Después no pidas perdón como Santa Rosa |
| Pa' la fosa, por abrir tu sucia boca |
| Tendrás nueva dirección 7 pies bajo mis botas |
| Me paro en seco, como le meto, como le meto |
| Pecho a la vida sin usar chaleco |
| Oye, nadie me ___________ con quien intervenga |
| Guardia Nacional, papo, recuerda |
| Sin dar _____________, ni mucho homenaje |
| Aunque si uno no se alaba, no hay quien lo alabe |
| Cogelo suave, soy el dueño de la clave |
| Oye, suelta la paloma si ya cogiste el mensaje |
| Sí hay sí, existen pa’l, esto no es mentira |
| Pa' mi que cantan como Shakira |
| Mira, y sin cojones me tiene si anda en Mercedes |
| O si limpiarte el culo con billetes de cien puedes |
| No saques furia si no te atreves |
| Eso es lo tuyo eres confidente, y eso te duele |
| Chota, chota… |
| Bicho comes como cosa loca… |
| ¿DJ Dicky, quien dijo miedo? |
| «No Fear»… |
| Tego Calderón, el Abayarde |
| Nos fuimos en grande… |
| A mi no me molesta… |
| Oye pa' que mangues… |
| (translation) |
| Bad times… |
| I do not want… |
| Even if they bring me in satin... |
| divine angel... |
| It's just that I don't want in my way... |
| The doom… |
| leave the plantain |
| take what they give you |
| I told you, man |
| and how you want |
| You cooperated with the prosecution, bad yours, not mine |
| You knew what was coming, aha, haha… |
| You're wrong |
| let yourself go carnal |
| they will give you |
| And next to me you can't stop |
| They are not all those who are |
| Nor are all the ones who are |
| You just earned more shots than Afghanistan |
| It's your turn, your situation is painful |
| drug trafficker yesterday |
| you believed the great thing |
| You ate raw children with your mouth |
| You couldn't take the pressure, snitch |
| now you're a dork |
| Who are the good guys? |
| Who are the bad guys? |
| It depends on the glass with which we look |
| People who look a lot get hot |
| Because they have made pa'l sales |
| They think they are intimidating |
| Yes there is yes, they exist pa'l, this is not a lie |
| Pa' mi who sing like Shakira |
| Look, and no balls does he have me if he drives a Mercedes |
| Or if you wipe your ass with hundred bills you can |
| Don't get angry if you don't dare |
| That's your thing, you're confident, and that hurts you |
| Your style went out of fashion like chains on a rope |
| Who the fuck do you think it suggests |
| Chota, chota bug you eat like crazy |
| I am the drop that overflows the cup |
| For you there are no zetas, notebooks, or pesetas |
| _____________ not eight the scaly bad crafty |
| Haha, don't talk to me about business |
| I am not, nor was I, nor will I be your partner |
| A to' switch as long as you don't harm me |
| Take a bite before my partner identifies you |
| If you wish, here the thing dies |
| Then don't ask for forgiveness like Santa Rosa |
| Pa' la fossa, for opening your dirty mouth |
| You'll have a new address 7 feet under my boots |
| I stop short, how do I put it, how do I put it |
| Chest to life without wearing a vest |
| Hey, no one ___________ me with whom I intervene |
| National Guard, papo, remember |
| Without giving _____________, nor much homage |
| Although if one does not praise himself, there is no one to praise him |
| Take it easy, I own the key |
| Hey drop the dove if you already got the message |
| Yes there is yes, they exist pa'l, this is not a lie |
| Pa' mi who sing like Shakira |
| Look, and no balls does he have me if he drives a Mercedes |
| Or if you wipe your ass with hundred bills you can |
| Don't get angry if you don't dare |
| That's your thing, you're confident, and that hurts you |
| Chota, chota... |
| Bug you eat like crazy... |
| DJ Dicky, who said fear? |
| “No Fear”… |
| Tego Calderon, the Abayarde |
| We went big... |
| It does not bother me… |
| Hey pa 'mangues ... |