Lyrics and translation Tego Calderón - Güasa Güasa (feat. Voltio)

Güasa Güasa (feat. Voltio)

Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(El que no le guste el caldo se le da en un pa′l de tazas!)
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(Que tu no has hecho en to'a tu vida lo que yo logre en dos meses)
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(Pues ustedes son mas puercos que su propio jefe)
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(Ve a bañarte o te saco a pata′as de tu casa)
Ni tu, ni tu mafia boba
Ni con rifles, ni pistolas
Brinca el charco pa' explotarte la mambriola
A ti y a to' al que te apoye, en tu bayoya
Que no to′ lo que es negro es sala Soya
Flow de Camboya
Que te estan sacando ampollas
Quitate del frente que llego el que arrolla
Niche boricua, lirica criolla
Muerte al chota, muerte pa′l que viola
Esto es pa'l que envidia porque sueno en las consolas
Yo voy pa′l palo, tu sigue pa' afuera
Coge pon conmigo, no sueltes la soga
Pa′ que salgan de la cola, y llora Pola'
Tal gente, roncando que matan gente
Hazme frente, pero si tuvieras mente
Pensarias
Por lo menos que vas a tragar son dientes
Vete sano, sé inteligente
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Envuelve masa
Quien prevalece
Le di lo que se merecen
Tu no haz echo en toda tu vida
Lo que yo logre en dos meses
Y mi flow te queda grande
Que clase de enfangue
Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre
Estan soñando conmigo
Mamando conmigo
Copiando mi estilo
Reciclando todo lo que yo digo
No tengo tiempo pa′ perder con malangostas
Que a la hora de la verdad, salen hasta chotas
Se les nota
En la envoltura, por la costura
Que cualquier cosa que pase
Llaman a la jefatura
Procura
Que no haya una futura
Otra falfulla y les exploto la soldadura
Pa' gritarles "chotas" desde la patrulla
En Barruya hay pulla
Antes de que el negrito se cabulla
Metele mollero que llego cocotero
Tamborilero
Mas caballote que Romero
Hablando claro
Esto es pa' Lito y el Pola′
A cada abusador les llega su Calderon′a
Ahora aguanta, la cosa se tranca
Ya te lo dije
Aguanta que llego grampa'
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Soplapotes!)
(Aguanta!)
Estos puercos me preguntan
Que porque les estoy tirando
Fueron a la emisora del Coyote boconiando
Cuando llamo a ese cabron
El tipo sale amenazando
Que me va a tirar
Que me va a explotar
Usted me va a matar
Las ganas de chingar
Loco aqui tu estas bregando con el anormal
Yo voy a to′as con mi lirica y con mi metal
Es que tu sabes que los Pina's no pueden inventar
Tu le metes bien, no te lo voy a negar
Pero tu escuchas mis canciones pa′ despues grabar
Por la culpa de ese chota estan luciendo mal
So' fanfarrón, crei que hibamos a cocotiar
Pues los hombres de avertura
Amistades conservan
No se envuelva hablando mierda
Cuando fuman un poco de yerba
Despues
Buscan a otro que el problema les resuelva
El león ya no es tan bravo
Como lo pinta la selva
Hablen mal, de seguro
Si son unos cobardes
Que Dios los guarde
De Voltio y el abayarde
No quieres problemas, entonces salte
Lo mio es con Lito, pa′
Son 20 pesos aparte
En tu compañia to'itos maman
Y en mi compañia to'itos jalan
En tu compañia to′itos maman (¿Que paso, consul?)
Y en mi compañia to′itos jalan (¿Que paso?)
Pina Records to'a su vida le a robao′ a sus artistas
Chezina esta clavao' pero es un masoquista
Hay uno por ahi que esta guillao′ de electricista
Y el otro canta mucho pero no con una pista (Chota)
Parece que le gusta que le rompan el fundillo
Es que no se han dado de cuenta que Pina es un pillo
Salen en los videos y que jalando gatillo
Y recojen bofetas de Carolina a Trujillo
Yo
Estan pelao'
Estan opacao′
No tienen brillo
Papi, se te fueron todos los artistas
Seguro, cabron, si no pagas
Que carajo
Si yo me fui
Me voy a quedar
Pendejo me dicen
Salvaje
Con los santos no se juega
Con los santos no se juega
Hey, hey!
En el mismo flow y en el mismo song
Jodio lambón, cabron
Los tengo mamando en el microphone
Gangsters de cartón
Alicate, alicatón
Apadriname este montón
Jajaja
Oye esta pendeja tambien
Asi que piensas antes de hablar, mamao'
Y dile a tu jefe
Que se arrodille pa' que mame tambien
Que aqui va lo de el
Y a todos los que te acompañan
Ustedes to′s son marañas
Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre
(Que Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el abayarde)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, la cosa se tranca
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre
(Que Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el abayarde)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, la cosa se tranca
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
Que a la hora de la verdad salen hasta chotas
(Ustedes son mas puercos que su propio jefe)
Que a la hora de la verdad salen hasta chotas
(Ustedes son mas puercos que su propio jefe)
Hablando claro
Esto es pal′ Lito y el Pola'
A cada abusador les llega su Calderon′a
Ahora aguanta, papi, la cosa se tranca
Ya te lo dije
Aguanta que llego grampa'
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
Yo crei que tu sabias de mi
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Soplapotes, aguanta!)

Bullshit Bullshit (feat. Voltio)

You're all bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
(If you don't like the soup, I'll give it to you in a couple of cups!)
You're all bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
(You haven't done in your whole life what I achieved in two months)
You're all bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
(You guys are dirtier than your own boss)
You're all bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
(Go take a bath or I'll kick you out of your house)
Not you, nor your silly mafia
Not with rifles, nor pistols
Jump the puddle to get your ass blown up
You and everyone who supports you, in your bayoya
Not everything black is Soya sauce
Cambodian flow
That's giving you blisters
Get out of the way, the one who rolls has arrived
Boricua niche, Creole lyrics
Death to the snitch, death to the rapist
This is for the one who envies because I sound on the consoles
I'm going for it, you keep going out
Come on with me, don't let go of the rope
So they can get out of the queue, and Pola' cries
Such people, snoring that they kill people
Face me, but if you had a brain
You would think
At least you're going to swallow teeth
Leave healthy, be smart
You're all bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
You're all bullshit, bullshit
Wrap dough
Who prevails
I gave them what they deserve
You haven't done in your whole life
What I achieved in two months
And my flow is too big for you
What kind of mess
Since "El Aballarde", they're not even hungry
They're dreaming of me
Sucking up to me
Copying my style
Recycling everything I say
I don't have time to waste with cockroaches
That when the time comes, they even turn out to be snitches
It shows
In the wrapping, by the seam
That whatever happens
They call the headquarters
Try
That there is no future
Another bullshit and I'll blow up their weld
To yell "snitches" at them from the patrol car
In Barruya there's pulla
Before the black boy hides
Give me mollero, the coconut man has arrived
Drummer
More of a stallion than Romero
Speaking clearly
This is for Lito and Pola'
Every abuser gets their Calderon'
Now hold on, things are getting stuck
I told you
Hold on, grandpa's here
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowhards!)
(Hold on!)
These pigs ask me
Why I'm throwing at them
They went to the Coyote's radio station gossiping
When I call that bastard
The guy comes out threatening
That he's going to shoot me
That he's going to blow me up
You're going to kill me
The urge to fuck
Crazy, here you're dealing with the abnormal
I'm going to everyone with my lyrics and my metal
It's that you know the Pina's can't invent
You put it in well, I'm not going to deny it
But you listen to my songs to record later
Because of that snitch they're looking bad
So' cocky, I thought we were going to have a cockfight
Well, the men of aperture
They keep friendships
Don't get involved talking shit
When they smoke a little weed
Later
They look for someone else to solve their problems
The lion is not as brave
As the jungle paints it
Talk bad, for sure
If they are cowards
May God save you
From Voltio and the abayarde
You don't want problems, then get out
Mine is with Lito, for
It's 20 pesos aside
In your company everyone sucks
And in my company everyone pulls
In your company everyone sucks (What's up, consul?)
And in my company everyone pulls (What's up?)
Pina Records has been stealing from their artists all their lives
Chezina is screwed but he's a masochist
There's one out there who's skilled as an electrician
And the other sings a lot but not with a track (Snitch)
It seems like he likes to get his ass ripped
It's that they haven't realized that Pina is a crook
They come out in the videos and what pulling the trigger
And they collect slaps from Carolina to Trujillo
Yo
They're peeled
They're opaque
They have no shine
Daddy, all your artists left
Sure, asshole, if you don't pay
What the fuck
If I left
I'm going to stay
They call me a jerk
Wild
Don't play with the saints
Don't play with the saints
Hey, hey!
In the same flow and in the same song
Fucking bootlicker, asshole
I have them sucking on the microphone
Cardboard gangsters
Pliers, pliers
Sponsor this bunch
Hahaha
Listen to this bitch too
So you think before you speak, sucker
And tell your boss
To kneel down so he can suck too
That here comes his
And to all those who accompany you
You all are tangles
Since "El Aballarde", they're not even hungry
(May God save you, from Voltio and the abayarde)
Daddy, things are getting stuck, things are getting stuck
I thought you knew about me
Since "El Aballarde", they're not even hungry
(May God save you, from Voltio and the abayarde)
Daddy, things are getting stuck, things are getting stuck
I thought you knew about me
That when the time comes they even turn out to be snitches
(You guys are dirtier than your own boss)
That when the time comes they even turn out to be snitches
(You guys are dirtier than your own boss)
Speaking clearly
This is for Lito and Pola'
Every abuser gets their Calderon'
Now hold on, daddy, things are getting stuck
I told you
Hold on, grandpa's here
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowhards, hold on!)