Calle 13 "La Fokin Moda" lyrics

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La Fokin Moda

Ey esto es pa′ ti mama bicho, chupa vergaEsto es pa' ti tu sabes que es pa′ ti, pa' ti cabrónOye

Mangeao', picoteao′, mal parao′Tienes los tenis embarrao con cacaTe paraste en un mojon de vaca color espinacaY me tiraste pa' batata

Conmigo te cortastes las patasEl Residente Calle 13 contra atacaDe ser un insecto, pasaste a ser rataUna fokin rata

Barata, puelca, sucia, con garrapatasTe vo'a sonar como a piñata mexicanaTe vo'a meter con ollas, y con palanganasY no te vo'a pedir perdon en mi vida, no me da laand I ain't gon ask for forgiveness in my entire life, I don't feel like it

Yo no soy tu panaNi aunque me des lanaYo no soy tu pana

Tu eres un puelcoTu eres diminuto, tu eres etiercolDeberias suicidarte y meterte 90 pelco (is it Pelco a HD TV brand???)90 valium, 90 palitroques (palitroque: a little, irregularly shaped stick)Montarte en tu carro, y guiar a 200 millas hasta quehop in your car, and drive 200 miles til you crush

Quien es este cabron infeliz?El Residente tu papa fokin aprendiz

Yo se que yo soy la fokin modaYo se que yo soy la fokin modaYou're late, go and wait in lineI didn't stand in no line, .....

Este hombre se cuelaComo cafe de abuelaTranquilo, a pedio paso (a medio paso???)Resbalando con la suela yo avanzoA ti te salio pato lo de ganso (I think it means something like "it came back to bite you in the a*s")Y tu me tienes cara de burrito manso

Lo tuyo cansa como doble canchaYa estoy cansa'o de salir por la puerta anchaYo te como el culo hasta en la revanchaCon mi picheo te blanqueo sin mancha

Con cada palabraEste hombre te raja el yugularDesangrao por la vena principalY no te va salvar ni tu bodyguard

Esto es muy musical, pa tu comprender el nivelDonde yo jangueo, janguea LuciferYo escribo comiendo, chingoEscribiendo respiro letras, que soplan mi libretaY con cojones practicoPor eso te mastico.

No lo digo yo lo dice Puerto RicoA ti te compongo y te discompongoPa tirarme a mi hay que estar en un cabron viaje deto throw me you gotta be on a motherf*cking mushroom trip

Tu y tu combo me chupan elyou and your combo can suck my d1ck

Tengo un par de fanaticos que quieren cantarY estan locos por pegarse como goma de mascarPero les falta practica, una nueva tacticaSon de mentira como cirugia plastica

Si tu no colaboras, te meto los deitos en unaif you don't collaborate I get your fingers in a blender

Por ahi se rumoraDe que tu eres el rapero que mas llora,Tus lagrimas las meto en mi cantimplorayour tears I get them on my watter bottle and I drink them

Donde estan los peces?Que Calle 13 quiere un par de entremeses.

Yo se que yo soy la fokin modaTu llegaste tarde, vete pa' la cola

The F*king Fashion

Hey, this is for you, mama bicho, suck d*ckThis is for you, you know that it is for you, for you bastardHey

???you got your shoes all muddedwith poopyou stood up a pile of cow sh1t spinach color

with me you chopped your legs offresident calle 13 counter attacksfrom being an insect you turned into a rata f*cking rat

cheap, pig, dirty, with ticksImma hit you like a mexican piñataImma hit you with pots and with (wash)bowlsgana.

I'm not your homieNot even if you give me doughI ain't your homie

You're a hogYou're tiny, you're manureyou should kill yourself and pop 90 pelco90 valium, 90 palitroqueschoques.

who's this silly motherf*cker?residente your daddy, you f*cking rookie

I know I'm the f*cking fashionTu llegaste tarde, vete pa' la colaYo no tuve que hacer fila, lo segui de rola(x2)

this man strainslike grandma's coffeeeasy, .......slipping on my (shoe) sole I move forward.......and you give me that dumb donkey face

your thing is tiring like a double sized fieldI'm already tired of going out the big front doorI bite/eat your a*s until the rematch.....

with every wordthis man slits your jugularbleeding out through the main veinand not even your bodyguard is gonna save you

this is very musical, so you can understand the levelwhere I party, Lucifer parties tooI write while eating, ...writing I breath lyrics, that blow my notepadand with balls I practicethat's why I chew you

I don't say it, (all) Puerto Rico says itAnd I repair you and then wreck youhongo.

morongo.

I got a couple fans that wanna singand they're craving to stick like gumbut they need practice, a new tacticthey're phoney like plastic surgery

licuadora

there's a rumour roundthat you're the most crying rapperY me las trago.

where's the fishcalle 13 wants a couple starters

Yo se que yo soy la fokin modaYo no tuve que hacer fila, lo segui de rola(x2)

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