Calle 13 — La Fokin Moda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Fokin Moda" by Calle 13.
Lyrics
Ey esto es pa ti
Esto es pa ti tu sabes que es pa ti
Oye
Mangeao picoteao mal parao
Tienes Los tenis embarrao con caca
Te paraste en un mojon de vaca color espinaca
Y me tiraste pa batata
Conmigo te cortaste las patas
El residente calle 13 contra attacka
De ser un insecto pasaste a ser rata
Una fucking rata
Barata puerca sucia con garrapata
Te voy a sonar como a pinata
Mexicana te voy a meter con ollas y con palanganas
Y no te voy a pedir perdon en mi vida
No me da la gana
Yo no soy tu pana
Ni aunque me des lana
Yo no soy tu pana
Tu eres un puerco
Tu eres diminuto
Tu eres esteve ercel
Deberias suicidarte y meterte 90 pelco
90 valium 90 palitroque
Montarte en tu carro y ir a 200 millas asta que choques
(Squeeee)
(Prshh)
Quien es este cabron infeliz?
El residente tu papa fucking aprendiz
Yo se que yo soy la fokin moda x2
Tu llegaste tarde vete pa la cola
Yo no tuve que hacer fila Los segui de rola
(todo)
Este hombre se cuela
Como cafe de abuela
Tranquilo a medio paso
Resbalando con las suela
Yo avanzo
A ti te salio de ganso
Y tu me tienes cara de burrito manso
Lo tuyo cansa como doble cancha
Ya yo estoy cansao de salir por la puerta ancha
Yo te como el culo asta en la revancha
Con mi picheo te blanqueo sin mancha
Con cada palabra
Este hombre te raja la yugular
Desangrao por la vena principal
Y no te va salvar ni tu body gual
Esto es muy musical pa tu comprendel el nivel
Donde yo hangeo hangea lucifer
Yo escribo comiendo
Escribiendo respiro letras
Que soplan mi libreta
Y con practico
Por eso te mastiquo
No lo digo yo lo dice puerto Rico
A ti te compongo y te descompongo
Pa tirar me a mi hay que estar en un viaje de hongos
Tu y tu combo me chupan el Tengo un par de fanaticos que quieren cantar
Y estan locos por pegarse como goma de mascar
Pero Les falta practiqua
Una nueva tactica
Son de mentira como sirujia plastica
Si tu no colaboras
Te meto Los deditos en una liquadora
Por ayi se rumorea que tu eres el rapero que mas llora
Tus lagrimas las meto en mi cantimplora y me las trago
Donde estan Los peces?
Que calle 13 quiere un par de entremeces
(agh)
Yo se que yo soy la fokin moda
Tu llegaste tarde vete pa la cola
Yo no tuve que hacer fila Los segui de rola
(todo)
Okay ese fue visitante con la pista y residente con la lengua
En menos de un aco me converth en su papa en el pai de ustedes
Y quitense por que se estan quedando calvos
Debajo de Los guevos mios tengo la peluca
Pa que te la ponga
Debajo de Los guevos pa que te la pongas
La peluca debajo Los guevos
Pontela pontela
(he he he he)
Lyrics translation
Hey, this is pa you.
This is pa you you know it's Pa you
Hear you
Mangeao picoteao mal parao
You have the mudrao tennis with poop
You stood on a spinach-colored cow stump
And you threw me a potato
You cut your legs off with me.
13th Street resident vs. attacka
From being an insect you became a rat
A fucking rat
Cheap dirty pig with tick
I'll sound like pinata to you
Mexican I'll put you with pots and pans
And I won't ask you for forgiveness in my life
I don't feel like it.
I'm not your cousin.
Not even if you give me wool
I'm not your cousin.
You're a pig
You're tiny
You are esteve ercel
You should kill yourself and get 90 pelco
90 valium 90 palitroque
Get in your car and go 200 miles asta you collide
(Squeeee)
(Prshh)
Who is this unhappy bastard?
The Resident your dad fucking Apprentice
I know I'm the fokin fashion x2
You're late. you're late. you're late.
I didn't have to line up with rola.
(all)
This man sneaks
Like grandma's coffee
Quiet half-step
Sliding with the soles
I'm moving forward.
You got goose bumps.
And you look like a meek burrito.
Yours tires like double court
I'm tired of walking out the wide door.
I'll eat your ass rod in rematch
With my sting I whiten you without stain
With every word
This man slits your jugular
Bleeding from the main vein
And it won't save you or your body gual
This is very musical pa your understanding the level
Where I hang up hang up lucifer
I write eating
Writing breath letters
That blow my notebook
And with practice
That's why I chew you
I don't say it I say it puerto Rico
I make you up and I break you down
Pa throw me to me you have to be on a mushroom trip
You and your combo suck me I got a couple of fanatics who want to sing
And they're crazy about sticking like chewing gum
But they lack practice
A new tactic
They're lying like sirujia plastica
If you don't cooperate
I'll put your fingers in a liquor cabinet.
By ayi it is rumored that you are the rapper who cries the most
I put your tears in my canteen and I swallow them
Where are the fish?
13th Street wants a couple of snacks.
(agh)
I know I'm the fashion fokin
You're late. you're late. you're late.
I didn't have to line up with rola.
(all)
Okay, that was a visitor with the track and a resident with the tongue.
In less than an aco I became your dad in the pai of you
And get off because you're going bald
Under my guevos I have the wig
To put it on you
Under the guevos for you to wear
The wig under the guevos
Pontela pontela
(he he he he he)