Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hola Que Tal, artist - Tego Calderón. Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Song language: Spanish
Hola Que Tal(original) |
| Mi entierro va a ser el acaboce |
| Ahora veran como lo quiero |
| Crucecita, Corona, zero flores |
| Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen |
| Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera |
| Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte |
| Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando |
| Despues que me lleven donde quiera |
| Pero que no falte «el terrorista» |
| Vico-C, Maicol y nuel-Ma' |
| Que esten Baby Rasta, Gringo |
| Falo, Yankee, Nicky Jam |
| Cejon el Master Joe |
| Y su consul O.G. |
| Black |
| Miguel Play y Chezinola |
| DJ Adam, el Mad Jam |
| Que no se me olvide Horny |
| Wisin, Yandel, y el super PantyMan |
| Notty con Hector y Tito |
| Tambien las Guanabanas |
| Cava, y el sindicato |
| Rey Pirin, Tempo y Mexican |
| Y alomejor de la caja yo me levanto y… |
| Hola, que tal |
| No se vaya a desmayar |
| Es que el vuelo mio lo van a atrazar |
| Tuve que hablar con San Pedro y con el manda Mas Que me diera un chance |
| Que yo me iba a dejar llevar |
| Malos tiempos influye grandemente lo que escribo |
| Vivo, con fe que no me toca el desatino |
| Si me toca lo mio, a lo adivino |
| Quiero mucho bandidas y mucho tiro |
| Que al song de Maelo despidan mi duelo |
| Porque yo soy negrito bueno y ando sin miedo |
| Pa' mi la muerte es una vida vivida |
| Y la vida es una muerte que viene |
| Conforme con llegar al 2009 |
| Si se puede, ultima palabra usted la tiene |
| Agradezco mis colegas por darse cita |
| Y la gente que me trajo el cañita y la mala hojita |
| La seta, y a las dos |
| Con tanta mujer bonita, quien no resuscita |
| Como pica, sin prisa |
| Pueden postponer la misa |
| Devolver este gavan, la corbata y la camisa |
| Sin me necesitas grita |
| O mejor haz como Madonna y Evita |
| Dios me los cuide |
| Y la virgen de los guarde |
| Deseos del aballarde |
| Oye, pa' que mangues |
| Me despido de los niggers |
| Que siempre ponen atencion a lo que tiren |
| Mi pueblo vive |
| Hago musica de respeto |
| Azul completo, pa' blanco y pa' prietos |
| Happy to be nappy |
| Exploto como Nagasaki |
| No hay futuro tirando lirica sloppy |
| No soy del monton, ni promedio |
| Tengo los medios |
| Se cancelo lo del cementerio |
| Pero si muero, el negro que viene luego |
| Dejarle algo claro quiero |
| Es que mi cria o mi gata no se maltrata |
| O por la noche voy a jalarte las patas |
| Eso es lo que pasa |
| Soy Zulu igual que Shaka |
| Y tu no puedes entrar en mi casa |
| Sabes quien eres |
| Bendicion a to' esos seres |
| Que me cuidan y me quieren |
| Misionando en la segunda |
| A mi manera |
| Cosa buena |
| No me huelen ni las azucenas |
| Mi entierro va a ser el acabute |
| Ahora veran como lo quiero |
| Crucecita, Corona, zero flores |
| Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen |
| Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera |
| Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte |
| Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando |
| Despues que me lleven donde quiera |
| (translation) |
| My funeral is going to be the end |
| Now you will see how I want it |
| Little cross, Crown, zero flowers |
| Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it |
| Also in my box I would like |
| Some cigarettes and something strong |
| To continue drinking and smoking |
| After they take me wherever I want |
| But don't miss "the terrorist" |
| Vico-C, Maicol and nuel-Ma' |
| Let them be Baby Rasta, Gringo |
| Phallus, Yankee, Nicky Jam |
| Cejon the Master Joe |
| And his consul to him O.G. |
| Black |
| Miguel Play and Chezinola |
| DJ Adam, the Mad Jam |
| Let me not forget Horny |
| Wisin, Yandel, and the super PantyMan |
| Notty with Hector and Tito |
| Also soursops |
| Cava, and the union |
| King Pirin, Tempo and Mexican |
| And maybe out of the box I get up and… |
| Hi how are things |
| Don't go fainting |
| It is that my flight is going to be delayed |
| I had to speak with San Pedro and with the boss More to give me a chance |
| That I was going to get carried away |
| Bad times greatly influence what I write |
| I live, with faith that nonsense does not touch me |
| If I get mine, I guess |
| I want a lot of bandidas and a lot of shooting |
| Let Maelo's song dismiss my duel |
| Because I'm a good black boy and I walk without fear |
| For me, death is a lived life |
| And life is a death that comes |
| Satisfied with reaching 2009 |
| If you can, you have the last word |
| I thank my colleagues for making an appointment |
| And the people who brought me the straw and the bad leaf |
| The mushroom, and at two |
| With so many beautiful women, who does not resurrect |
| How it stings, without hurry |
| They can postpone the mass |
| Return this gavan, tie and shirt |
| without you need me shout |
| Or better do like Madonna and Evita |
| God take care of them |
| And the virgin of the guard |
| wishes of the aballarde |
| Hey, pa' that you sleeve |
| I say goodbye to the niggers |
| That they always pay attention to what they throw |
| my people live |
| I make music of respect |
| Full blue, pa' white and pa' prietos |
| happy to be nappy |
| I explode like Nagasaki |
| There is no future throwing sloppy lyrics |
| I'm not the bunch, nor average |
| I have the means |
| The cemetery was canceled |
| But if I die, the black that comes next |
| I want to make something clear |
| It is that my baby or my cat is not mistreated |
| Or at night I'm going to pull your legs |
| That is what happens |
| I'm Zulu just like Shaka |
| And you can't get into my house |
| Do you know who you are |
| Blessing to 'those beings |
| who take care of me and love me |
| Missioning in the second |
| My way |
| Good thing |
| Not even lilies smell me |
| My funeral will be the end |
| Now you will see how I want it |
| Little cross, Crown, zero flowers |
| Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it |
| Also in my box I would like |
| Some cigarettes and something strong |
| To continue drinking and smoking |
| After they take me wherever I want |