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El Cejón otra vez, yeah!
El Cejón otra vez!
’96, y’all!
El Cejón otra vez
Call me crimi-crimi-nal
Young man Alka-System
Maestro que hace que la gente que brinque
Sin parar al oirme
Si tuve de nada estilo
Mi nueva creación ya salió, yeah
Tu temporada se acabó
(Guerra!) Le digo try me, try me
I’ll be, crimi-crimi-nal
Individual
I’ll kill
Tus palabras tontas
Quieres ser The One y si eres, hah
Conmigo mueres
Y si no puedеs
No pierdas tu tiempo
Y no jueguеs mas
O luego lamentaras
Lo que hiciste
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal
Shht-Shht!
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal, Blow
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal
Shht-Shht!
Ceja tira solo a matar
Open Sesame
Come follow me one
Come follow me two
Come follow me three
Canto ready para mi yale sexy
Hago on, off, high, low
Vuelve El Cejón
Ruggedy-ruff champion
Me declaran el matón
Y se pierde
Como una bomba que si explota ya no te conviene
Es el ser humano que tiene lo que quiere
Y guerra, guerra, guerra
Yeah guerra, guerra, guerra
Woman la gente quiere guerra ahí ya
Pero no dan la liga
Mucha gente, muchos quieres guerra ahí ya
Pero no dan la liga, so
Inna di air, inna di air dah
A la competencia que conmigo se entromezca
Pues como un maleante no apetezco la tregua
Como dice
Inna di air, inna di air dah
A la competencia que conmigo se entromezca
Pues como un maleante no apetezco la tregua
No canto en inglés, canto en español
Tu quieres ser un n#gg# but you don’t have the soul
No soy de los que preña y corre como un bobo
Jugaste con el fuego y te quemó, te quemó
No soy de los que prende y corre como un bobo
No soy de los que preña y corre como un bobo
Dice, me llaman El Cejón
Y le pido champion
Me declaran el matón
Este año ’96 ya salió
Mi nueva cassette
No saben que hacer
Cuando tira a matar, call me criminal, yeah
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal
Shht-Shht!
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal, Blow
Ceja tira solo a matar
Lord’a mercy crazy como un criminal
Shht-Shht!
Ceja tira solo a matar
Si es maleante que le tira
Jump up, jump up
Si se sube a la tarima
Jump up, jump up
Con la lirica asesina
Jump up
DJ Eric que le tira
Jump up
Si es maleante que le tira
Jump up, jump up
Si se sube a la tarima
Jump up, jump up
Con la lirica asesina
Jump up
Me presenta DJ Eric
Y me llaman El Cejón
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Call Me Criminal Lyrics English
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THE CEJON AGAIN, YEAH!
The cejon again!
’96, Y’all!
The cejon again
Call me crime me
Young Man Alka-System
Teacher who makes people who brinque
Non -stop
If I had nothing style
My new creation already came out, Yeah
Your season is over
(War!) I say Try me, try me
I’LL be, Crimi-Crimi-Nal
Individual
I’LL Kill
Your silly words
You want to be The One and if you are, Hah
You die with me
And if you can’t
Do not waste your time
And don’t play more
Or then you will regret
What you did
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal
Shht-Shht!
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal, Blow
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal
Shht-Shht!
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Open me
Eat follow me one
Come follow me two
Eat follow me three
Ready singing for my sexy
I do on, off, high, low
The cejón returns
Ruggedy-Ruff Champion
They declare me the thug
And it is lost
As a bomb that if it explodes no longer suits you
It is the human being who has what he wants
And war, war, war
Yeah Guerra, Guerra, Guerra
Woman people want war there already
But they don’t give the league
Many people, many want war there and
But they don’t give the league, so
Inna Di Air, Inna Di Air Dah
To the competition that entrusts with me
Well, as a thug, I don’t feel like the truce
As he says
Inna Di Air, Inna Di Air Dah
To the competition that entrusts with me
Well, as a thug, I don’t feel like the truce
Do not sing in English, sing in Spanish
You want to be a n#gg# but you don’t have the soul
I am not one of those who preña and runs like a fool
You played with the fire and burned you, burned you
I am not one of those who turn on and run like a fool
I am not one of those who preña and runs like a fool
Says, they call me the cejón
And I ask for mushroom
They declare me the thug
This year ’96 already came out
My new cassette
They do not know what to do
When he pulls to kill, Call Me Criminal, Yeah
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal
Shht-Shht!
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal, Blow
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
Lord’a Mercy Crazy as a criminal
Shht-Shht!
EYEHS TIR ONLY TO KILL
If it is a thug that throws him
Jump up, Jump up
If you get on the platform
Jump up, Jump up
With the murderer
Jump up
Dj erric that throws
Jump up
If it is a thug that throws him
Jump up, Jump up
If you get on the platform
Jump up, Jump up
With the murderer
Jump up
DJ Eric introduces me
And they call me the cejón
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MC Ceja Lyrics – Call Me Criminal