Paroles et traduction Tego Calderón - Guasa, Guasa

Guasa, Guasa

Tú eres guasa, guasa; guasa, guasa
Que no le guste el caldo se les dan un pa′l de tazas
Tú eres guasa, guasa; guasa, guasa
Tú no haz hecho en to' tu vida lo que yo logré en 2 meses

Tú eres guasa, guasaa; guasa, guasa
Pues ustedes son más puercos que su propio jefe
Tú eres guasa, guasa; guasa, guasa
El abayarde sacándote a patada′ de tu casa

Ni tú, ni tu mafía boba, ni con rifles, ni pistola
Brinca el charco pa' explotarte la mambriola
A ti y a to' al que te apoye en tu bayoya
Que to′ lo′ negros no es salsa soya

Flow de Camboya que te está sacando ampollas
Quítate del Frente que llego el que arrolla
Niche boricua lírica criolla
Muerte al chota, muerte Pa'l′ que viola

Esto es pa'l que envidia porque Sueno en las consolas
Yo me oigo al palo, tú sigue pangola
Coge pon conmigo, no sueltes la soga
Pa′ que salgan de la cola, y llora pola'

Tan gente, roncando que matan gente
HazmeFrente, pero si tuvieras mente
Pensarías por lo menos que vas a tragar
Son dientes mete sano, sé inteligente

Tú eres guasa, guasa; guasa, guasa
Tú eres guasa, guasa, envuelve masa

Quien prevalece, le di lo que se merecen
Tú no haz hecho en to′ tu vida lo que yo logré en 2 meses
Mi flow te queda grande que clase de enfangue
Desde "El Abayarde" no les da ni hambre

Están soñando conmigo, mamando conmigo
Copiando mi estilo, reciclando todo lo que yo digo
No tengo tiempo pa' perder con má' langota′
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 futura
Otra farfulla, y les exploto la soldadura

Pa′ gritarles "chotas" desde la patrulla
En barruya hay puya, antes de que el negrito se e'cabuya
Métele mollero que llegó cocotero tamborilero
Más caballote que Romero

Hablando claro, esto es pa′ Lito y el Pola
A cada abusador les llega su Calderón
Ahora aguanta papi, la cosa se tranca
Ya te lo dije, aguanta que llegó grandpa'

(¡Aguanta, aguanta!), (¡Soplapotes!), (¡Aguanta!)

Estos puercos me preguntan ¿qué por qué les estoy tirando?
Fueron a la emisora del Coyote boconiando
Cuando llamo a ese cabrón el tipo sale amenazando
Que me va a tirar, que me va a explotar

Usted me va a matar las ganas de chingar
Loco, aquí tú estás bregando con el anormal
Yo voy a to′as con mi lírica y con mi metal
Es que tú sabes que los Pin'as no pueden inventar

Tú le metes bien, no te lo vo′ a negar
Pero tu escuchas mis canciones pa' después grabar
Por la culpa de ese chota, estás luciendo mal
So, fanfarrón, creí que íbamos a cocotiar

Pues los hombres de aventura, amistades conservan
No se envuelva hablando mierda
Cuando fuman un poco de hierba
(Después) Buscan a otro que el problema les resuelva

Es que el león ya no es tan bravo como lo pinta la selva
No envalde seguro, si son unos cobardes
Que Dios los guarde de Voltio, y el Abayarde
No quieres problemas, entonces salte
Lo mío es con Lito pa', son 20 pesos aparte

En tu compañía toditos maman
Y en mi compañía toditos jalan
En tu compañía toditos maman (¿Qué pasó, consúl?)
Y en mi compañía toditos jalan

Pina Records to′a su vida le ha roba′o a sus artistas
Chezina esta clava'o, pero es un masoquista
Hay uno por ahí que está guilla′o de electricista
Y el otro canta mucho pero no con buena 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 recogen bofetada' de Carolina a Trujillo

¡Yo′! están pela'o, están opaca′o, no tienen brillo
Papi, se te fueron todo' lo' artistas
Seguro, cabrón, si no pagas
¡Que carajo!, si yo me fui... no, 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 (Ja, ja)
Oye esta pendeja también

Así que piensas antes de hablar, mama′o
Y dile a tu jefe... Que se arrodille pa′ que mame también
Que aquí va lo de él y a todos los que te acompañan
Ustedes, to's son marañas

Desde "El Abayarde", no les da ni hambre
(¡Qué Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el Abayarde!)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, (La cosa se tranca)
Yo creí que tú sabías de mí

Desde "El Abayarde", no les da ni hambre
(¡Qué Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el Abayarde!)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, (La cosa se tranca)
Yo creí que tú sabías de mí

Que a la hora de la verdad salen hasta chotas (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 pa′l Lito y el Pola'
A cada abusador les llega su Calderón
Ahora aguanta, papi, la cosa se tranca
Ya te lo dije, aguanta que llegó grandpa′

Yo creí que tú sabías de mí
Yo creí que tú sabías de mí
Yo creí que tú sabías de mí
Yo creí que tú sabías de mí
(Aguanta, aguanta, aguanta, aguanta)
(Aguanta, aguanta, soplapotes, aguanta)

Just Talk, Just Talk

You're just talk, just talk; just talk, just talk
If you don't like the broth, here's a couple of cups
You're just talk, just talk; just talk, just talk
You haven't done in your whole life what I achieved in 2 months

You're just talk, just talk; just talk, just talk
Well, you guys are dirtier than your own boss
You're just talk, just talk; just talk, just talk
El Abayarde kicking you out of your house

Not you, nor your silly mafia, not with rifles, nor pistols
Jump the puddle to blow up your mambriola
You and everyone who supports you in your bayoya
Not all black people are soy 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 hear myself loud and clear, you keep on with your pangola
Come on, sing with me, don't let go of the rope
So you can get out of the line, and cry pola'

So many people, snoring that they kill people
Face me, but if you had a mind
You would think at least what you are going to swallow
They are teeth, get in healthy, be smart

You're just talk, just talk; just talk, just talk
You're just talk, just talk, wrap dough

Whoever prevails, I gave them what they deserve
You haven't done in your whole life what I achieved in 2 months
My flow is too big for you, what kind of anger
Since "El Abayarde" they haven't even been hungry

They are dreaming of me, sucking on me
Copying my style, recycling everything I say
I don't have time to waste with more langotas'
That at the moment of truth they even come out as snitches

It shows in the wrapping, by the seam
That whatever happens they call the headquarters
Make sure there is no future, another future
Another mumble, and I'll blow up the welding

To shout "snitches" at them from the patrol car
In barruya there is puya, before the little black guy gets away
Put some mollero in it, the cocotero tamborilero has arrived
More horsepower than Romero

Speaking clearly, this is for Lito and el Pola
Every abuser gets their Calderón
Now hold on, papi, things are getting stuck
I already told you, hold on, grandpa' has arrived

(Hold on, hold on!), (Blowhards!), (Hold on!)

These pigs ask me why I'm throwing at them
They went to Coyote's radio station talking shit
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 my desire to mess around
Crazy, here you are dealing with the abnormal
I go to all with my lyrics and my metal
It's that you know that the Pin'as 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, you're looking bad
So, braggart, I thought we were going to cocotiar

Well, men of adventure, keep friendships
Don't get involved talking shit
When they smoke a little weed
(Then) They look for someone else to solve their problems

It's that the lion is no longer as brave as the jungle paints it
Don't get cocky for sure, if you are cowards
May God save you from Voltio, and el Abayarde
You don't want problems, then get out
Mine is with Lito pa', it's 20 pesos aside

In your company everyone sucks
And in my company everyone pulls
In your company everyone sucks (What happened, consul?)
And in my company everyone pulls

Pina Records has stolen from its artists all its life
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 good track (Snitch)

It seems like he likes to get his ass ripped open
It's that they haven't realized that pina is a crook
They come out in the videos pulling the trigger
And they get slapped from Carolina to Trujillo

Yo'! they're peeled, they're opaque, they have no shine
Papi, all the artists left you
Sure, bastard, if you don't pay
What the hell!, if I left... no, I'm going to stay

They call me stupid, (Wild)
You don't mess with the saints
You don't mess 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 (Ha, ha)
Listen to this bitch too

So you think before you speak, mama'o
And tell your boss... To kneel down so he can suck too
Here comes his and all those who accompany you
You all are messes

Since "El Abayarde", they haven't even been hungry
(May God save you, from Voltio and el Abayarde!)
Papi, things are getting stuck, (Things are getting stuck)
I thought you knew about me

Since "El Abayarde", they haven't even been hungry
(May God save you, from Voltio and el Abayarde!)
Papi, things are getting stuck, (Things are getting stuck)
I thought you knew about me

That at the moment of truth they even come out as snitches (As snitches)
(You guys are dirtier than your own boss)
That at the moment of truth they even come out as snitches
(You guys are dirtier than your own boss)

Speaking clearly... This is for Lito and el Pola'
Every abuser gets their Calderón
Now hold on, papi, things are getting stuck
I already told you, hold on, grandpa' has arrived

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)