| My funeral is going to be the end
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| Now you will see how I want it
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| Little cross, Crown, zero flowers
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| Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it
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| Also in my box I would like
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| Some cigarettes and something strong
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| To continue drinking and smoking
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| After they take me wherever I want
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| But don't miss "the terrorist"
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| Vico-C, Maicol and nuel-Ma'
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| Let them be Baby Rasta, Gringo
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| Phallus, Yankee, Nicky Jam
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| Cejon the Master Joe
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| And his consul to him O.G.  | 
| Black
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| Miguel Play and Chezinola
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| DJ Adam, the Mad Jam
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| Let me not forget Horny
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| Wisin, Yandel, and the super PantyMan
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| Notty with Hector and Tito
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| Also soursops
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| Cava, and the union
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| King Pirin, Tempo and Mexican
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| And maybe out of the box I get up and…
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| Hi how are things
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| Don't go fainting
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| It is that my flight is going to be delayed
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| I had to speak with San Pedro and with the boss More to give me a chance
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| That I was going to get carried away
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| Bad times greatly influence what I write
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| I live, with faith that nonsense does not touch me
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| If I get mine, I guess
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| I want a lot of bandidas and a lot of shooting
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| Let Maelo's song dismiss my duel
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| Because I'm a good black boy and I walk without fear
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| For me, death is a lived life
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| And life is a death that comes
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| Satisfied with reaching 2009
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| If you can, you have the last word
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| I thank my colleagues for making an appointment
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| And the people who brought me the straw and the bad leaf
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| The mushroom, and at two
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| With so many beautiful women, who does not resurrect
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| How it stings, without hurry
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| They can postpone the mass
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| Return this gavan, tie and shirt
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| without you need me shout
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| Or better do like Madonna and Evita
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| God take care of them
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| And the virgin of the guard
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| wishes of the aballarde
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| Hey, pa' that you sleeve
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| I say goodbye to the niggers
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| That they always pay attention to what they throw
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| my people live
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| I make music of respect
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| Full blue, pa' white and pa' prietos
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| happy to be nappy
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| I explode like Nagasaki
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| There is no future throwing sloppy lyrics
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| I'm not the bunch, nor average
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| I have the means
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| The cemetery was canceled
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| But if I die, the black that comes next
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| I want to make something clear
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| It is that my baby or my cat is not mistreated
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| Or at night I'm going to pull your legs
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| That is what happens
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| I'm Zulu just like Shaka
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| And you can't get into my house
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| Do you know who you are
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| Blessing to 'those beings
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| who take care of me and love me
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| Missioning in the second
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| My way
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| Good thing
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| Not even lilies smell me
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| My funeral will be the end
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| Now you will see how I want it
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| Little cross, Crown, zero flowers
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| Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it
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| Also in my box I would like
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| Some cigarettes and something strong
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| To continue drinking and smoking
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| After they take me wherever I want |