New season's on, hit play
Bass is bumping, Bizarrap, hear the bass
Code 787, a.k.a. El Calentón
Drop the drums, reggaetón just rolled in
The good vibe broke into your crib
Mystery-free king lifting up the crowd
I roll with power that wipes out every evil
Everybody asks me, "What's up?"
If you ask me, I owe nobody
When I leave this place, I take nothing
I only go with a real love
Feet on the ground, eyes on the sky
The kid's refined but the hood still shows
My flow's eternal, past legendary
I ain't talking dollars, but I bring change
It's my Father who packs the stadium
He walks everywhere with me, He feeds me the vitamins
The real gaso-li-na
Won't leave me stuck on the corner, from Santurce to Argentina
What do you want me to say?
If you ask me, I owe nobody
When I leave this place, I take nothing
I only go with a real love
Feet on the ground, eyes on the sky
Bi-bi-Biza, go snag your visa
Make it one from above, 'cause the enemy won't warn
You're watching a man rise from the ashes
Not even border patrol can stop this, done
New season's on, hit play
Bass is bumping, Bizarrap, hear the bass
Code 787, a.k.a. El Calentón
Drop the drums, reggaetón just rolled in
The good vibe broke into your crib
Mystery-free king lifting up the crowd
I roll with power that wipes out every evil
Everybody asks me, "What's up?"
If you ask me, I owe nobody
When I leave this place, I take nothing
I only go with a real love
Feet on the ground, eyes on the sky