Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daddy Yankee
Daddy Yankee
Vocals
Akon
Akon
Vocals
Tony Love
Tony Love
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aliaune Thiam
Aliaune Thiam
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Ramón Luis Ayala Rodríguez
Ramón Luis Ayala Rodríguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akon
Akon
Producer

Lyrics

Cartel
Big Boss
Las palabra' vertida' en esta canción
No se solidarizan con ningún cobarde en la calle
Pero sí con El Cartel Records
Daddy Yankee, Akon y todos los afiliado' 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 **** from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Come on
Now bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Say, "Bring it on"
Tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on, right now
Oye, estás bregando con lo' anormale'
Somo' lo' de lo' juguete' espaciale'
Ya no, no le tememo' a lo' tribunale'
¿Tú y quién van a amedrentar con lo' metale', boy?
You ain't a killer, me ponen Daddy Yankee, man
Ponte las pila' si tiene' guille 'e Superman
Que rumba el cielo y te puedo poner a volar
En guerra avisada comoquiera muere gente porque
I got my people, my gun, 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, nosotro' estamo' dispuesto'
En esto, nosotro' somo' experto'
'Cause we're doing this every day
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 **** from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
What's up?
Now bring it on
Hey, tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Say bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on, right now
¿Qué carajo' tú me vas hacer?
Si yo sé que a ti te parió la feca
Pon la' bala' donde pone' tus palabra'
Vamo' a ver de qué estás hecha, muñeca, ven
(You're not gangsta)
Jodi'o maleante 'e cartón
(I smell a wangsta)
Tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa'
Fuck my English, también mi broken Spanish
The sound of the gun is a universal language 'cause
I got my people and my gun, 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, nosotro' estamo' dispuesto'
En esto, nosotro' somo' experto'
'Cause we're doing this every day
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 **** from Puerto Rico
B-K
To help me out with this war
Come on
Now bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on
Traga del cuello, come on
Say, "Bring it on"
Vamo' a la guerra, ¿cómo?
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 **** from Puerto Rico
To help me out with this war
Now bring it on
Tira pa'lante, come on
Now bring it on
Con quien tú quiera', come on
Say, "Bring it on"
Estamos ready, ¿cómo?
Now bring it on, right now
'Tamos listos pa' lo que sea y pa' lo que venga
We 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 equivoque'
Eso es bien fácil pa' nosotro'
Written by: Pedro Torruellas, Ramon Luis Ayala Rodriguez
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