Текст и перевод песни Little Pepe - Ese No Soy Yo

Ese No Soy Yo

Como César Millán el encantador de perras,
Por cantar verdades quieren roba mi verga,
Remember desde november a december
Yo guardo "pa" una los besitos en la bemba,
Que dura es la vida la vida del cantante,
Muchas quieren de esto "pa" llegar a comandante,
Lo que ellas no saben que soy el General
Y tu pum pum mami mami no ve va a parar,
Tu pum, cosas colgando como bambalinas,
"Tol" barrio conoce tu decencia y a tu prima,
Como se arrima cacarea la gallina
Quiere que el huevo lo ponga encima,
A su prima también en la cocina,
Dice que no mancha resbala con Ketchup Prima,
Por eso competencia nos las vemos en la tarima,
Y si no mejor tu no te arrima.

Quiero decirte que no soy yo,
Ese que buscas "pa" pegarte subirte en el tándem,
Decirte que no soy yo,
Búscalo en otra parte, yo soy del Pinnacle.

Tengo una en la mañana y otra por la noche,
Una me recibe otra va en mi coche,
Todas son amigas después de las doce,
Pero por el día si se ven ellas se esconden,
Vivo solo y suelto y a veces con lo puesto,
Pero cuando hay taco yo pago mis impuestos,
No vendo mi vida "na" mas mis canciones,
El ego me arrastra como los pantalones,
No voy a ser "pa" ti o quizás si,
No lo se, no lo se, espérate vamos a ver,
Que yo no soy "pa" ti o quizás si,
No lo se, no lo se, dime mujer que vamos a hacer,
Si quieres ropa cara, que te invite a una gala,
Y en las madrugadas te sirva de almohada,
Bueno primero vamos a conocernos,
Hola que tal soy el moreno de los dreadlocks.

Quiero decirte que no soy yo,
Ese que buscas "pa" pegarte subirte en el tándem,
Decirte que no soy yo,
Búscalo en otra parte, yo soy del Pinnacle.

Not Me

Like César Millán the dog whisperer,
They want to steal my manhood for speaking the truth,
Remember from November to December
I save kisses for you on my lips,
Life is hard for a singer,
Many want some of this to become a commander,
What they don't know is that I'm the General
And your p**sy baby won't ever stop,
Your p**sy, things hanging like theater curtains,
The whole neighborhood knows your decency and your cousin,
How the hen clucks and cackles
She wants the egg to be laid on top of her,
Her cousin in the kitchen too,
She says she doesn't stain, she slides with Ketchup, cousin,
That's why we compete on stage,
And if you're not better, it's best not to show up.

I want to tell you that it's not me,
The one you're looking for to get high and ride on the tandem,
Tell you it's not me,
Look elsewhere, I'm from the Pinnacle.

I have one in the morning and another at night,
One welcomes me, the other rides in my car,
They're all friends after midnight,
But if they see each other during the day, they hide,
I live alone and free, and sometimes with just what I own,
But when there's a traffic jam, I pay my taxes,
I don't sell my life, just my songs,
My ego drags me down like my pants,
I'm not for you or maybe I am,
I don't know, I don't know, let's see,
That I'm not for you or maybe I am,
I don't know, I don't know, tell me woman what we're going to do,
If you want expensive clothes, for me to invite you to a gala,
And to serve as your pillow in the early hours of the morning,
Well, first let's get to know each other,
Hello, how are you? I'm the dark-skinned guy with the dreadlocks.

I want to tell you that it's not me,
The one you're looking for to get high and ride on the tandem,
Tell you it's not me,
Look elsewhere, I'm from the Pinnacle.