Na Na Na (remix) (part. El Jordan 23, Noriel y Pablo Chill-E)
El Casti
(Ustede' no son gangster)
Pailita
(Shishigang)
No-No-Noriel, ah
El Jordan 23
Pablo
Lu-Lucky Luciano, Soprano, Al Capone, Pinina
Ustede' no son gángster, no, no son de na'-na', ni-na'
Pussy nigga, puros negro' con vagina
Y el que más habla de calle es el que menos la camina
Este es el remix, chuchetumare
Ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá
U-u-ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá (El Jordan 23)
Ustede' no son flaite', ni un sentimiento de vío
Aquí somos cantante', pero somos to' bandi'o
No somo' los de ante', ahora tengo el poderío
Y sin meter la cabeza al water, como toto los voy a dejar partido'
Soy el único pelo choclo que a los 22 tiene casa en el caserío
E-e-en el pantano estamo' caliente', pero el cuello tengo frío
Tengo ganando plata a to' lo' hermano' mío', oh
Contando dinero, me hice milloneta, pero primero
Tuve que tener la cuenta en cero
Y ahora, gracia' a Dio', me compro lo que quiero
Y el Big Ca pone la pista y ni me esmero
Yo no soy chofer, me pongo de los primero'
Bandolero, directo del ghetto
Y a los gile' que me tienen mala, me los paso
Por la punta del mazo, payaso, charchazo
De frente lo' alcanzo, los pesco, los cazo
Si nos vamo' a calle, tienen que hacer caso
Las corta' en el brazo, las baby' se tiran en brazo'
Y lo que cuesta tu casa, me vale el brazo
Los chilenos 'tamos controlando, chuchetumare
Ustede' no son flaite', na, na, na
Luego va a la costilla' de su mamá
No me parlen así, mucho meno' asá
O les pongo en la boca la chipeteá
Ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá (Pablo)
E-e-ellos dicen que son gángster, pero no llegan a mi sistema
No han compra'o na' pa' el refri, no han llena'o la alacena
Puro que comen comi'a, desayuno, almuerzo y cena
Tiene' la casa pa'l pico, pero así unas cadena'
De-de-de oro, pero ustede' no son choro'
Si llegan a mis mano', lo fumo como Marlboro
No hablí' a lo maldito, yo te funo, pedazo de loro
Si la baby está solita, venga que yo la acaloro
Y me pongo como toro, ah, si se pone el panty rojo
Y yo no soy piscina, pero sabe que la mojo
Ustede' no son gángster, en la calle andan flojo
Baby, baila con el Paila, dale, que yo no me enojo
Ustede' no son flaite', na, na, na
No tienen como reina a su mamá
Loco, guarda la pistola, encaléntala
Después afuera dejamo' la cagá
Ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá
El-el-el DJ pone al Casti
Las gata' lo gozan, se vienen cosita'
No mires con esa carita que voy a hacerte par de cosa'
Su gata la tengo, de pana, en mi cama
Por eso con él no se pone celosa
Salgo pa' la callosa y me quiere la gente buena y peligrosa
Y si quiero, le cambio el chanteo
Se juntan los shishi con los patos feos
Poniendo el pan en la mesa es como yo fronteo
Si esto fuera beisbol, tú sabes que la bateo
Y que no pare el bailoteo
Po-po-poncea, mami, poncea
Vamo' pa' la pieza, pa' que nadie nos vea
Esto' gile' no son gangster, puro que se cuentean
Aquí de cabro chico nos buscamo' la' mone'a
Señorita, venga pa' la disco a escuchar Pailita
Mejor que conmigo uste' no compitan
Compita, estoy ganando millone' con la' visita'
Yo no me olvido de donde vengo, mi palabra la mantengo
A la baby que tú quiere', haciendo gárgara, la tengo
Lo hago sin querer queriendo, no eres calle ni en Nintendo
Yo me jodí por los mío' y por a nadie le debo lo que tengo
Prendan los phillie', guarden las pistola'
Unos trilli' roncaron de Gucci y salieron fangola
Saquen los Can-Am y las motora'
Tengo do' reloje', pero el brillo no me deja ver la hora
Préndelo, no le baje
Bájate el panty, súbete el traje
Al novio tuyo, déjalo en el viaje
Que esta noche tú y yo vamo' a hacer
Cochinaje
Ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá
Ustede' no son gángster, na, na, na
Si le piden la plata a su mamá
Que disparan las pistola', na, na, na
Si en la disco anda' sola, venga pa' acá
(Este es el remix)
El Casti
Pablo
Pailita
(No-No-Noriel)
En los controle', BigCvyu, dame lu', pu, pu, pum
(El jordan 23)
Ustede' saben ya que yo ando con el team
Y con Gerarado, seguimo' contando los fardo', y era
Lewis Somes in the house
Na Na Na (remix) (part. El Jordan 23, Noriel and Pablo Chill-E)
The Casti
(You're not a gangster)
Pailita
(Shishigang)
No-No-Noriel, ah
The Jordan 23
Pablo
Lu-Lucky Luciano, Soprano, Al Capone, Pinina
You're not gangsters, no, you're not from na'-na', ni-na'
Pussy nigga, only blacks with vagina
And the one who talks the most about the street is the one who walks the least
This is the remix, motherfucker
You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here
Uu-you're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone at the club, come here (el Jordan 23)
You're not trashy, nor a feeling smart
Here we are a singer, but we are a bandit
We are not 'those', now I have the power
And without putting my head in the water, I'm going to leave them all alone, '
I am the only haired corn who at 22 has a house in the hamlet
Ee-in the swamp we are 'hot', but my neck is cold
I have all my brothers earning money, oh
Counting money, I became a millionaire, but first
I had to have the account at zero
And now, thank God, I buy what I want
And Big Ca puts the track and I don't even bother
I'm not a driver, I'm one of the first
Bandit, straight from the ghetto
And to the suckers that have me bad, I pass them on
On the tip of the mallet, clown, charchazo
From the front I reach it, I fish it, I hunt it
If we go to the street, they have to pay attention
He cuts them in the arm, the babies throw themselves in the arm
And what your house costs is worth my arm
We Chileans are controlling, motherfucker
You're not flaite', na, na, na
Then he goes to his mother's rib
Don't talk to me like that, much less like that
Or I put the chipeteá in their mouths
You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone at the club, come here (pablo)
E-they say they're gangster, but they don't reach my system
They haven't bought anything for the fridge, they haven't filled the cupboard
They just eat lunch, breakfast, lunch and dinner
He has the house for the beak, but like this some chains
De-de-de oro, but you're not choro'
If they get my hands on it, I smoke it like Marlboro
I didn't speak to the damn thing, I'll work for you, you piece of parrot
If the baby is alone, come and I'll warm her up
And I get like a bull, ah, if she puts on red pantyhose
And I'm not a pool, but you know I get it wet
You're not gangsters, you're loose on the street
Baby, dance with Paila, come on, I won't get angry
You're not flaite', na, na, na
They don't have their mother as queen
Crazy, put away the gun, heat it up
Then we leave the shit outside
You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here
The-the-the DJ plays Casti
The cats 'enjoy it, they come a little'
Don't look with that little face, I'm going to do something to you, '
I have his cat, in corduroy, in my bed
That's why she doesn't get jealous with him
I go out for the callous and good and dangerous people love me
And if I want, I'll change the blackmail
The shishi get together with the ugly ducks
Putting bread on the table is how I front
If this were baseball, you know I hit it
And don't let the dancing stop
Po-po-poncea, baby, poncea
Let's go for the piece, so that no one sees us
These 'gile' are not gangsters, they just count
Here as a boy we look for the money
Miss, come to the disco to listen to Pailita
It's better that you don't compete with me
Compete, I'm earning millions with the visit
I do not forget where I come from, I keep my word
To the baby that you want, gargling, I have her
I do it without wanting to, you are not street or in Nintendo
I got screwed for mine' and I owe what I have to no one
Turn on the phillies, put away the guns
Some trilli' snored from Gucci and came out muddy
Get out the Can-Ams and the motorboats
I have two watches, but the brightness doesn't let me see the time
Turn it on, don't turn it down
Pull down your panties, pull up your suit
Leave your boyfriend on the trip
What tonight you and I are going to do
Cochinage
You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here
You're not gangsters, na, na, na
If they ask their mother for the money
The guns shoot, na, na, na
If you're alone in the club, come here
(This is the remix)
The Casti
Pablo
Pailita
(No-No-Noriel)
In the controls', BigCvyu, give me lu', pu, pu, pum
(The jordan 23)
You already know that I am with the team
And with Gerarado, we continued 'counting the bundles', and it was
Lewis Somes in the house
Composição: Pablo Chill-E, El Jordan 23, Pailita