Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo , by - Vico-CRelease date: 31.12.2002
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo , by - Vico-CEl Bueno, El Malo Y El Feo(original) |
| Oye, el turno es del feo |
| Así que tírate, tápate |
| En vez de uno son tres |
| De la peste los mareé |
| Soy el que tira como las ve |
| De la escuela del Vico y del E-D-D |
| A ti se te trancó el bolo con el cocolo (Cómo?) |
| Tus sueños de grandeza los desmorono, negrolo |
| Y eso que están culpándonos, ajorándonos |
| Hablando bazofia, marginándonos |
| En vez de ser «Tego, el que te canta» |
| Podría ser «Tego, el que te asalta», saco 'e trampa |
| Lucho pa' que mi hija nunca pase hambre |
| Por esa tienen que matarme |
| Y no te creas que es de boca pa' fuera, canto 'e collera |
| Me pongo necio en la rumidera |
| Yo no tengo culpa de tu fracaso, payaso |
| Déjame por loco y no hagas caso |
| Oye lo que te conviene |
| Llora, llora, nene |
| Gente como tú sin control me tiene |
| Tú no pagas mis deudas, ni me das plata |
| Y es que de verdad no amenaza, guasa guasa |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| Siente mi viaje |
| Directo del clandestinaje |
| Con un flow salvaje |
| No hay personaje que se preste pa’l sabotaje |
| No hay quien pueda con el cangrinaje |
| Hablan de más y no dan pa' na' |
| Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas |
| Muchos philly, muchas armas, mucho bling-bling |
| Y a la hora de la verdad salen huyendo como Houssein |
| Esos mecanismos ya yo los conozco |
| Llevan mil años tratando de tumbarme el quiosco |
| No se comparan con la letra mía |
| Porque viven en la isla pero de la fantasía |
| Pana mío, no te duermas con el trío |
| Pa' nosotros esto es pan comi’o |
| Va muy ligero ni sueñes con ser primero |
| Donde manda capitán no manda marinero |
| Esto es un junte pa' la historia |
| De Puerto Rico pal mundo es victoria |
| Haciendo cosas diferentes |
| Porque yo no estoy pega’o yo le gusto a la gente |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| Aquí llegó el más que tiene muela |
| Más clásico que Doña Fela |
| El arquitecto de la vieja escuela |
| Y se cancelan los planes de los que me celan |
| Ahora vamos a ver si el gas pela |
| Porque el pueblo mío come mucho más que Pac-man |
| Tengo mucho más trucos que el cinturón de Batman |
| Tus palabras contra la mías se te gastan |
| Con lo tuyo se aburren, con lo mío se arrastran |
| Aquí está el bueno, el malo y el feo |
| Tirando tras nosotros cascaritas de guineo |
| Pa’l que nos persiga se resbale, fua! |
| Pa’l que habla del tecato y se le vira la quija' |
| Gobierno, escucha bien mi queja |
| Que tengo líricas que pueden destrozarte el chicho de la oreja |
| De mi abusaste tras las rejas, pero ahora estoy afuera (que qué?) |
| Y mi defecto no me acompleja |
| So, salpica, brinca cuica |
| Que lo que tengo es pica-pica |
| Tú no me ganas ni en canicas |
| Y mira quién se los explica, mastica |
| Llegaron los que aplastan al que critica |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| Que yo no sé porque ellos quieren tirar pa' acá |
| (Se le acabó el aceite a sus lámparas) |
| Y es que no pueden con su letras tan zánganas |
| (Quién dijo que no quedaba na', papá?) |
| (translation) |
| Hey, it's the turn of the ugly |
| So lay down, cover up |
| Instead of one there are three |
| I made them dizzy from the plague |
| I am the one who shoots as he sees them |
| From the Vico school and the E-D-D |
| Your bolo got stuck with the cocolo (How?) |
| Your dreams of grandeur I crumble them, nigga |
| And that they are blaming us, saving us |
| Talking slop, marginalizing us |
| Instead of being «Tego, the one who sings to you» |
| It could be «Tego, the one who assaults you», I pull out the trap |
| I fight so that my daughter never goes hungry |
| That's why they have to kill me |
| And do not think that she is from the mouth to 'outside, I sing' and collar |
| I get foolish in the rumidera |
| It's not my fault for your failure, clown |
| leave me crazy and ignore |
| Hey what suits you |
| Cry, cry, baby |
| People like you without control have me |
| You do not pay my debts, nor do you give me money |
| And it's really not a threat, joke joke |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil for his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil in his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
| feel my ride |
| Straight from the underground |
| With a wild flow |
| There is no character who lends himself to sabotage |
| There is no one who can with the cangrinaje |
| They talk about more and they don't give pa' na' |
| Your lamps ran out of oil |
| Lots of philly, lots of guns, lots of bling-bling |
| And at the moment of truth they run away like Houssein |
| I already know those mechanisms |
| They've been trying to knock down my kiosk for a thousand years |
| They don't compare to my handwriting |
| Because they live on the island but from the fantasy |
| My friend, don't fall asleep with the trio |
| For us this is a piece of cake |
| It goes very light, don't even dream of being first |
| Where the captain rules, the sailor does not rule |
| This is a meeting for history |
| From Puerto Rico to the world is victory |
| doing different things |
| Because I'm not attached or people like me |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil in his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil in his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
| Here came the most that has a tooth |
| More classic than Doña Fela |
| The old school architect |
| And the plans of those who are jealous of me are canceled |
| Now let's see if the gas peels |
| Because my people eat much more than Pac-man |
| I got a lot more tricks than Batman's belt |
| Your words against mine are spent |
| With what's yours they get bored, with what's mine they drag |
| Here's the good, the bad and the ugly |
| Throwing banana peels behind us |
| Pa'l that persecutes us slips, fua! |
| Pa'l who talks about the tecato and his jaw turns |
| Government, listen well to my complaint |
| That I have lyrics that can destroy your earlobe |
| You abused me behind bars, but now I'm out (so what?) |
| And my defect does not make me complex |
| So, splash, jump cuica |
| That what I have is pica-pica |
| You don't beat me even in marbles |
| And look who explains it to them, chews |
| Those who crush the one who criticizes have arrived |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil in his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
| That I don't know why they want to throw here |
| (He ran out of oil in his lamps) |
| And they can't with their so drone lyrics |
| (Who said there was nothing left, dad?) |
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