Bring It On (feat. Daddy Yankee)

Cartel

Big Boss

Las palabras vertidas en esta canción

No se solidarizan con ningún cobarde en la calle

Pero sí con El Cartel Records

Daddy Yankee, Akon, y todos los afiliados mundialmente

Come on! We ready!

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all jaws

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war (Come on!)

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Right now)

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Oye, estás bregando con los anormales

Somos, los de los juguetes espaciales

Ya no, no le tememos a los tribunales

¿Tú y quién van a medrentar con los metales, boy?

You ain't a killer, me ponen Daddy Yankee, man

Ponte las pilas, si tienes guille 'e Superman

Que rumba el cielo te puedo poner a volar

En guerra avisada como quiera muere gente, porque

I got my people, and my nigga, we open fire

You better get out of my way, 'cause I'm a rider

At any time in the morning, or even the evening

I'm laying this verse 'til you retire

Let's go, nosotros estamos dispuesto

En esto, nosotros somos expertos

'Cause we're doing this everyday

In the ghetto which is part of the game we play

All of my gangstas say

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'alls jaws (Mucha gente)

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war (What's up!?)

Now bring it on (Hey! Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Right now)

¿Qué carajos tú me vas hacer?

Si yo sé, que a ti te pario la feca

Pon las balas donde pones tus palabras

Vamos a ver, de qué estás echa, muñeca

(You're not gangsta) Jodi'o maleante 'e cartón

(I smell a wangsta) Tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa'

Fuck my English y también my broken Spanish

The sound of the gun is a universal language 'cause

I got my people, and my nigga, we open fire

You better get out of my way, 'cause I'm a rider

At any time in the morning, or even the evening

I'm laying this verse 'til you retire

Let's go, nosotros estamos dispuesto

En esto, nosotros somos expertos

'Cause we're doing this everyday

In the ghetto which is part of the game we play

All of my gangstas say

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all jaws (¿Qué pasó?)

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico (Nigga)

To help me out with this war (Come on!)

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Say bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Right now)

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all jaws (Mucho corazón, pa')

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war

Now bring it on (Tira pa' alante, come on!)

Now bring it on (Con quien tú quieras, come on!)

Say bring it on (Estamos ready, come on!)

Now bring it on (Right now)

Estamos listos pa' lo que sea y pa' lo que venga

We're ready man, don't get it fucking twisted

We can get a ticket and we can fly up there and give you a visit

In the cold, and we can turn it into heat

No te equivoques

Eso es bien facil pa' nosotros