LYRICS GAME

Look at the bored ones

With their depressed feet

Look how they get up with rubbery legs

Look how they squeeze their lip

Look at the chubby girl sucking in her belly

Look how she gets tired

Going down to the bottom, deep, real deep

With a round movement

A bit of tequila with salt

To stimulate the spinal column

And wake up all the organs of your body

Let's resurrect the dead ones

The ones that never dance, that stay cornered

Without getting up, with their balls stuck to their blessed thigh

The ones that smell like old man's p*ss

Those are the ones that I resurrect

And give them back their appetite

With a little bit of pornography

Babe, you are pure geometry

You have the pudding the way I like it

Stretched, with stretch marks

Like from a pastry shop

With the short skirt

Miami style

Showing half of the salami

Here I bring you some gandinga juice

D*mn, stomp 'cause you ain't a gringa

I shake you like a sneeze

I make you puke your breakfast

I teach you my manly language

And with it I vaccinate you

Look at the bored ones

With their depressed feet

Look how they get up with rubbery legs

Look how they squeeze their lip

Look at the chubby girl sucking in her belly

Look how she gets tired

Going down to the bottom, deep, real deep

At the old ladies I shoot them with my womanizing rhetoric

With a little bit of Greek philosophy

So that their loose skin lets go

And they start to sting like bees

If there's no partner

Then we dance with the shadow

There's no carpet here

Here we dance in the mud

With a bit of charango

Let's slide those feet like in tango

And if you have a thong

To show all the fried goodies

That the gang is coming around

With a ruckus

To fill their eyes with your burundanga

Ay caramba, you're gonna kill me with an asthma attack

You're gonna kill me like the ghosts do

From a scare, with all that scramble shaking

I reach all the way to Cuzco

I reach all the way to Peru

Nude, naked

I eat all the chicken

I eat your steak raw

You, you, you, but only you, you

You keep me chubby and well taken care of

Really, really badly spoiled

She cooks for me and I cook for her

A peacock like the pilgrims

She has me spinning like a whirlwind

Side to side like penguins

You're a fantasy, you're a myth

Like Snow White and the seven dwarfs

With that little wiggle, my little balls

Feel like giving birth to about thirteen baby goats

Look at the bored ones

With their depressed feet

Look how they get up with rubbery legs

Look how they squeeze their lip

Look at the chubby girl sucking in her belly

Look how she gets tired

Going down to the bottom, deep, real deep

With a round movement

Bernet, blow that bagpipe, it's hot

Come on Colombia, come on Puerto Rico

Henry, seduce them with the accordion

Hey Visitante, so that they believe you

Hit it hard, kid, hit it hard

Hit it hard, kid, hit it hard

Go, Calle 13 man, Calle 13

Calle 13 man, Calle 13