Yeah…
The Gangsta of the Old School..
Representing with Wise…
Hey yo, Wise..
Put that sh#t in rewind
For I can rhyme
One time, for your mind
Check it…
No disimules
Pero a veces tu lo sabes que tu te copiaste
Que todo lo que tu cantaste
De mi estilo fue que lo sacaste
He llegado para pisarte
Copiarte y quitarte mis pertenencias
Para ti no hay clemencia
Ya no me queda paciencia
Niño estupido tonto que pena
Que todos ya saben que tu me imitas
No hay talla, no hay liga
Cava-Gatillo por eso te pisa
Falso profeta, el buen camino es el que manda
Cava-Gatillo por eso te canta
Todos ya saben que tengo la maña
Que tengo la fuerza, que tengo el estilo
Un poco de music pa’ to’ tus oídos
Todo el mundo que esta conmigo
Por humilde bien tranquilo
DJ Joe, que tira la pista pa’ toda mi gente
Mi mente esta potente
Quiero mostrarle y que rápidamente
Y digo
Toda mi gente que sabe
Que yo si le canto que a todas las yales
Todo contigo que brinquen
Que salten, que baile, digo me alabe
Si es, siempre demuestro que es de la manera
Y si no te gusta y me criticas, cagate en tu madre
Le digo que a todas las yales
Que baile que en todos mi party
No importa la forma, este es mi estilo y me sale yal
Al que se meta
Ponga a matarlo, tirarlo, pisarlo, golpearlo
Y a Trujillo, yo voy a representarlo
Cava-Gatillo que pregonando
Por supuesto que alante que está
A nombre del envidioso yo me río “Haha”
No me pueden detener
Que sigo cantando pa’ toda mi gente
Potente, caliente, candente
Uyy, soy sorprendente
Y no me detengo, sin yo decirte
Como yo vengo, me pego matando
Entiendes, permiso
Algare bastante, cantando
Bailando, jodiendo, saltando
Me quedo pegado rimando
Improvisando, pregonando
Por supuesto que tengo el mando
A Charlie el chamaquito
Pues de ti me estoy cansando
Tu siempre te estas copiando
Digo, tu siempre me estas imitando
A ti que te estas guillando
Y cuando te busque, cuando te encuentre
Tonto tu tienes que estar rezando
Por tu vida
En todo codea, mi sangre se pone fria
A ti no te gustaría
Saber lo que yo te haría
Algare que tengo la cría
Hacerlo por si no sabía
Si aquí te tuviera, boom, la cabeza te explotaría
Demuestro que tengo la raza
Mi mente contiene Melaza
Y con la competencia realmente no sé lo que pasa
Que siempre se queda mirando
Cuando, cuando Gatillo cantando
Y llegan a la casa y rápidamente ‘tan masticando
Mi estilo
Que lo saque fumando rama-jama
Saludo a Digirad, oh por supuesto de parte de Cava
Que desde pequeño te orientaba
De la fama que me esperaba
And {?} to DJ Eric, Tony Touch and DJ Adam, y’all
Representing sound flavor
Too Much Flavor, is in the house…
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No Disimules Lyrics English
Yeah …
The Gangsta of the Old School ..
Representing With Wise …
Hey I, Wise ..
Put that sh#t in rewind
For I Can Rhyme
One Time, for your mind
Check it …
Do not hide
But sometimes you know it that you copied to you
That everything you sing
Of my style was that you took it out
I have arrived to step on
Copy and take away my belongings
For you there is no clemency
I don’t have patience anymore
Silly stupid child
That everyone already knows that you imitate me
There is no size, there is no league
Cava-gatillo that’s why he steps on you
False prophet, the good path is the one who rules
Cava-gatillo that’s why he sings to you
Everyone already knows that I have the morning
That I have the strength, that I have the style
A little music pa ‘to’ your ears
Everyone who is with me
For humble quiet
Dj Joe, who throws the track for all my people
My mind is powerful
I want to show you and what quickly
And I say
All my people who know
That I do sing that all yales
Everything with you to brinque
That jump, what dance, say it praises me
If it is, I always show that it is in the way
And if you don’t like and criticize me, fall into your mother
I tell you that all yales
What a dance that in all my party
The form does not matter, this is my style and I get YAL
To which
Put it to kill him, throw it away, step on it, hit him
And Trujillo, I’m going to represent him
Cava-gatillo that proclaiming
Of course, the one that is
In the name of the envious I laugh “haha”
They can’t stop me
I still sing for all my people
Powerful, hot, hot
Uyy, I’m surprising
And I don’t stop, without me tell you
As I come, I hit killing
You understand, permission
I will be singing, singing
Dancing, f#cking, jumping
I stuck rhyming
Improvising, proclaiming
Of course I have command
To Charlie el Chamaquito
Well, I’m getting tired
You are always copying
I say, you are always imitating me
What are you stewing
And when you look for you, when I find you
You have to be praying
For your life
In every coda, my blood gets cold
You wouldn’t like
Know what I would do to you
Algare that I have the breeding
Do it in case I didn’t know
If I had you here, boom, the head would exploit you
I show that I have the breed
My mind contains molasses
And with competition I really don’t know what happens
Who always looks
When, when trigger singing
And they get home and quickly ‘so chewing
My style
That he fell as branch-jama
Greetings to Digirad, O Of course from Cava
That since childhood oriented you
Of the fame that awaited me
And {?} To dj eric, tony touch and dj adam, y’all
Representing Sound Flavor
Too a lot of flavor, is in the house …
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Cavalucci Lyrics – No Disimules