Calle 13 "Pi-di-di-di (La Especialidad de la Casa)" lyrics

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Pi-di-di-di (La Especialidad de la Casa)

Entren, entrenBienvenidos a mi nidoNo me tienen que pagar na', yo los invitoEsto va por la casa, no me tienen que dejar propinaLa receta de hoy es la especialidad de la cocinaCarne asesina, y pa' que aguanten el picoUn poco de yuca frita con mojito("Do you have some Doritos?") No, yuca frita con mojito...("Do you have some Coca-Cola?") No, pero tengo vino Perico...Y rapidito ese tipo me salio malcriadito...("Do you know who I am?") ¿Como? ¿Que te llamas Juan?("Do you know who I am?") ¿Que si yo me llamo Juan?("Yo querer Coca-Cola!") Pues, mira Juan...Aquí lo que hay es Cola Champagne y chinita...Pero si quieres una notita Medalla es la cervecita...("I just want Coca-Cola!") ¡Te dije que no me llamo Juan!¡Y que lo que hay es Cola Champagne!

Y al rato ese prieto me dijo que se llamaba Puff DaddyY que el era el Sugar Daddy de todos los Mack DaddiesMe salio de atrás pa' alante, bien bocón como altoparlanteAsí que lo escupí con salsa picante y al instante se puso de piesY en una senta' le dije que tenia la lengua malcria'("Do you know who I am?") ¡Te dije que no me llamo Juan!Y ahí fue que lo cruce por la quija' entonces se fue a la pica'...A las millas de chaflán con un chichón en la chola a lo Mamadou ThiamY yo lo perseguí por to'a la San SebastiánHasta la Calle del Cristo y ahí fue cuando me tire el SixtoEl Sixto Escobar, con el uno-dos y el jabLo puse a volar como chiringaLo puse a escupir agua de piringa por los pantalonesEmpezó a botar azúcar negra por los calzonesY hasta por las medias botando mojonesMojones color verde oliva; si, color verde olivaLo que caga la gente fina por comer platos de comidaDe $50.00 pesos pa' arriba...

Hay un chorro de lechones (Yo no soy lechón!)Hay un chorro de jamones (Yo no soy jamón!)Aunque me ofrezcan un millón...Yo te digo que no...Hay un chorro de mamones...Hay un chorro de lechones (Yo no soy lechón!)Hay un chorro de jamones (Yo no soy jamón!)Si Puff Daddy me ofrece un millón...Yo le digo que no...Hay un chorro de mamones...

No te creas que porque mi raza es chiquita se quitaSi no donqueamos, nos vamo'a de güiritaY to' los gringos como tu se pueden ir con to' y camarita por la GaritaNo tienen que hacer cita si ustedes son visita"Say cheese!", y una sonrisita y pa' la playitaPa' los tiburones pa' que te arranquen los tendonesPorque aquí en Puerto Rico somos los mas jodonesY después de eso Puff Daddy regreso a los New YoresUn poco sato, menos hombre, con otro sobrenombreP. Diddy, Mister P. Diddy, aquí esta tu bibiPa' que chupes un poco de leche borinqueñaPa' que lo pienses dos veces antes de coger una leñaPa' que cuando vengas pa' acá no hagas muecas, no hagas señasEsto te puede costar to'a las greñas

Así que si no quieres que te sacudan el tabiquePiénsalo antes de meterte con un caciqueEsto no es Mozambique, esto es Puerto RicoAquí te das contra el setoAquí todo el mundo usa petoAquí en Puerto Rico casi to' el mundo es molletoAquí aunque seas blanco eres prietoAquí hay respeto o te lo espetoAquí se respeta o se te espetaAquí se respeta o se te espetaNo me agites, no me hagas decir puñetaYa lo dije, mala mía, pero es que no voy con los gringosLos tengo del tingo al tango, y del tango al tingoY yo voy a mí aunque sean un chingo

Pi-di-di-di (The Specialty of the House)

Enter, enterWelcome to my nestThey don't have to pay me anything, I invited themThis is on the house, they don't have to leave a tipToday's recipe is the specialty of the house"Carne asesina", and to calm the spicesA little bit of fried yuca with a mojito (garlic sauce)("Do you have some Doritos?") No, fried yuca with mojito...("Do you have some Coca-Cola?") No, but I have Perico wineAnd this guy left quickly, he's so spoiled...("Do you know who I am?") How? Is your name Juan?("Do you know who I am?") You're asking if MY name is Juan?("Yo querer Coca-Cola!") Well, look Juan...What we have here is Cola Champagne and sweets.But if you want some advice, Medalla is the best beer("I just want Coca-Cola!") I told you my name is not Juan!And all we have here is Cola Champagne!

Then, that black guy told me his name was Puff DaddyAnd that he was the Sugar Daddy of all the Mack DaddiesHe snapped back at me, his mouth like a megaphoneSo I spat out my hot sauce and he instantly jumped to his feetAnd in a sense, I told him that he was a spoiled brat("Do you know who I am?") I told you my name is not Juan!And there I hit him in the jaw and he sprinted away...So quickly he cut corners, with a bump on the head like Mamadou ThiamAnd I chased him all the way down San Sebastián streetI got to the Calle del Cristo where I took out my SixtoEl Sixto Escobar (boxer in PR), with the one-two jabHe began to fly like a kiteHe started to spit watered-down pee through his pantsBrown sugar started to drip from his pantsPoop dripped through his tightsOlive-colored poop; yeah, olive-colored poop.What fancy people shit from only eating dishesThat cost $50.00 or more.

There are loads of pigs (I’m not a pig!)There are loads of hams (I’m not a ham!)Even if they offer me a million...I tell him no.There are loads of suckers.There are loads of pigs (I’m not a pig!)There are loads of hams (I’m not a ham!)If Puff Daddy offers me a millionI say no.There are loads of suckers.

Don’t believe that my race is small enough to get rid ofIf we don’t slam dunk, we go for the layupAnd all of the gringos like you can go with your cameras to the Garita [del Diablo] (a historical guard lookout)You don’t have to make an appointment, you are our guests"Say cheese!", and a smile for the beachSo the sharks can rip off your heelsBecause here in Puerto Rico, we are the toughest.And after that, Puff Daddy returned to New YorkA little distant, less of a man, with a new nicknameP. Diddy, Mister P. Diddy, here is your bibSo you can slurp up a little Puerto Rican milkSo you think twice before you fight with usBecause when you come here, don’t make funny faces, don’t bring signsThat could cost you all your hair

So if you don’t want to have your nose shakenThink before you mess with a “cacique” (Native Puerto Rican chief)This is not Mozambique, this is Puerto RicoHere, you’ll smash into the pavementHere, everyone wears chest armorHere in Puerto Rico everyone is a mulattoHere, even if you’re white, you’re black.Here you show respect, or you get stabbed.Here you show respect, or you get stabbed.Don’t piss me off, don’t make me talk shit.I said it, my bad, but it’s because I don’t hang with gringos.I’ve got them going, back and forth, back and forthI stand up for myself, even though I’m outnumbered.

There are loads of pigs (I’m not a pig!)There are loads of hams (I’m not a ham!)Even if they offer me a million...I tell him no.There are loads of suckersThere are loads of pigs (I’m not a pig!)There are loads of hams (I’m not a ham!)If Puff Daddy offers me a millionI tell him no.There are loads of suckers.

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