Dilema — Rap Money song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rap Money" by Dilema.
Lyrics
Triple XXX, la creme en el lugar
En el club no dejan de bailar
Suena en tu calle, suena en tu car
Para que no pares de gozar
¡Paso al chulooooo!, mi rap engancha
Será que es del barrio, como el camello de canchas
Voy a mis anchas, fumando chicha
Que pasa, ¡ay, ay, ay, ayyy!
Málaga city, chocolate, whisky
Noches de party, en tu club este riddim
Folllow me, follow me, are you ready?, camon hit me
Échale alpiste compi, the big pimpim
Tocas las palmas cuando me veas entrar
Ijah, Nabú, Gordo y Fly, niggaaa
Hay mas yurtos que money in my life
No quiero blanca, humo my paradise
Open your eyes, voy morao de mais
Deja la copa y hazte un retray, dámela
Eso es grande como el Drícela de Coppola
Báilala es la formula, X en forma de llama, atrápala
Yo no voy de superstar, que no
Subidón de mortadela, nanai, que no
Blue Dream, en Showtime, Big Hozone, surpraise
Somos los malos del rap, ¡bansai!
Atrévete, tu cintura mueve
Bitches & cream para mis compis los players
Gentlemen, ladys, esto no es Nelly
The devil, reencarnado en un hits, mas jurdeles
Mi disco caramelo
The green machine, el as de trebol
Luces, ambientes y movimiento
Fuego latido acelero
Sudor en la pista, relax no, manos al cielo
Triple XXX gangsta for radiooooo!
Bambas And 1, el Gordo en Babilón
Este año es mío 2004
Wellcome to Vice City, hom
Triple XXX, la creme en el lugar
En el club no dejan de bailar
Suena en tu calle, suena en tu car
Para que no pares de gozar
Entra en la dancehall party mami
Shake ya pump, punnay
Dancehall queen ven conmigo al VIP coming
One for da money, two for tha Showtime
Pal batty bwoy lanzo el boomb bye bye
Y ahora baila vuela mas candela para el selektah
Bobby Lo camp gunclappa se presenta
En especial Ijah y Triple XXX trae la esencia
Málaga City la reina de esta fiesta
Hasta las tantas, toca las palmas
Hazte otro de ganja, mañana ya descansa
Yo sigo con mi chándal, mis bambas, tu sabes
Si hoy le das pa abajo mañana, estaré suave, suave
Ya tu dale, haz que no esto no acabe
Ahora sube el grave, que esto está que arde
Toda mi gente del parque que nada le falte
Dile al de la barra que venís todos de mi parte, abe
Blaze it up inna batty bwoy head
Fumando de una ele, suelto el humo entro con fe
Puedo hacerte un perfect escucha no te molestes
No hace falta que te esfuerces, tu rap no me convence
Esto es otro nivel, piensa bien si te conviene
Te vas a comer un cimbel como decimos aquí en la eme
Sigo con mis dos papeles, el nido me mantiene
Son mi gente, tu sabes quién es Kie 13, ¿no?
Real McCoy original rudeboy
Gordos como un boing quiero versos como vuestros joys
Soy el lion, majestic flow, fluyo sin fallos
Con Triple XXX esto es fuego, fuego big collabo
Shabu tha shinin in tha club
Rudeboy salute para la Pinnacle Cru
Full de chulos del sur Hozone pon el loop, ¡escucha!
Dale al bambú, que hoy el sur trae la bulla
Triple XXX, la creme en el lugar
En el club no dejan de bailar
Suena en tu calle, suena en tu car
Para que no pares de gozar
Danger, danger, rompiendo los cuellos
Ganja, ganja me llaman a mi pager
White line de yeyo, es ella la bella
La queen de la fiesta, bombo clap
Se habla patois, se fuma marihuá
Dj’s soundsystems se agitan dreadlocks
Down pussy clot, mi shit don’t stop
Vinilo de 44 sound bwoy
Yo no hablo suajili, escucha mi riddim
On this track, i kill it any, motherfucker silly
I’m really, I’m chillin, top billin
Óyeme red hote chilli kinki they call in me
Bup, bup, amo el reggae aunque no soy rasta
Bup, bup, Spanish masta of disaster
Bup, bup, I’m a bastard
Bup, bup, tengo casta
Bup, bup, Triple XXX que tumba la casa
Hastaaaaa! la vista, tu nombre en una cripta
En la pista grítalo, ¡Jahh!
No eres rastafari, no importa hottees
Dale para abajo, shake, shake your body
Nobody move, nobody can’t hear
Ring the alarm, a los chivatos, ¡bum!
Me escuchan en estéreo, es cosa seria
Vuelo con Iberia, también con maría
¡sur!, mentality, ¡sur!, hospitality
Toco la gloria, esta noche quiero morir
Pero no aquí, mejor en Punta Cana
Sin bandana, rollo Tony Montana
Dolce & Gabana, ¡no!
Marc Buchanan, the big kahuna
Escucha el rap de Málaga
Si no te gusta, rudeboy enjuaga
Tengo curriculum, se te caen las bragas
Triple XXX, la creme en el lugar
En el club no dejan de bailar
Suena en tu calle, suena en tu car
Para que no pares de gozar
Lyrics translation
Triple XXX, the cream on the spot
In the club they do not stop dancing
It sounds in your street, it sounds in your car
So that you don't stop enjoying
I'm going to chulooooo!, my rap hits
Is it from the neighborhood, like the camel court
I go to my feet, smoking chicha
What's up, Ay, Ay, Ay, ayyy!
Malaga city, chocolate, whisky
Party nights, at your club this riddim
Follow me, follow me, are you ready?, camon hit me
Check out birdlife compi, the big pimpim
You touch your palms when you see me come in
Ijah, NABU, Gordo and Fly, niggaaa
There are more yurts than money in my life
I don't want white, smoke my paradise
Open your eyes, voy morao de mais
Leave the cup and have a retreat, give it to me
That's as big as Coppola's Dracella.
Balala is the Formula, X in the form of a flame, catch it
I don't go superstar, I don't
Mortadella rise, nanai, you don't
Blue Dream, en Showtime, Big Hozone, surprise
We're the bad guys in rap, bansai!
Dare, your waist moves
Bitches & cream for my compis players
Gentlemen, ladys, this isn't Nelly.
The devil, reincarnated in a hits, mas jurdeles
My candy disco
The green machine, The Ace of clubs
Lights, environments and movement
Fire beating accelerate
Sweat on the track, not relax, hands to heaven
Triple XXX gangsta for radiooooo!
Bambas and 1, The Fat Man in Babylon
This year is mine 2004
Wellcome to Vice City, hom
Triple XXX, the cream on the spot
In the club they do not stop dancing
It sounds in your street, it sounds in your car
So that you don't stop enjoying
Join the dancehall party mommy
Shake ya pump, punnay
Dancehall queen come with me to VIP coming
One for da money, two for Tha Showtime
Pal batty bwoy throws the boomb bye bye
And now dance fly more candle for the selektah
Bobby Lo camp gunclappa presents
Especially Ijah and Triple XXX brings the essence
Malaga City the Queen of this party
Till so long, play the palms
Make yourself another ganja, tomorrow you rest
I'm still in my tracksuit, my bambas, you know
If you knock him down tomorrow, I'll be soft, soft
And you dale, do not this not end
Now go up the grave, that this is burning
All my people in the park that nothing is missing
Tell the guy at the bar that you're all coming from me, abe.
Blaze it up inna batty Bwoy head
Smoking from an ele, I release the smoke I enter with faith
I can make you a perfect listen don't bother
You don't have to try, your rap doesn't convince me
This is another level, think carefully if it suits you
You're going to eat a cimbel like we say here at eme
I keep my two roles, the nest keeps me
They're my people, you know who Kie 13 is, right?
Real McCoy original rudeboy
Fat as a boing I want verses like your joys
I'm the lion, majestic flow, flow without fail
With Triple XXX this is fire, fire big collaboro
Shabu Tha shinin in Tha club
Rudeboy salute para la Pinnacle Cru
Full of South hozone pimps put on the loop, listen!
Give it to the bamboo, that today the south brings the buzz
Triple XXX, the cream on the spot
In the club they do not stop dancing
It sounds in your street, it sounds in your car
So that you don't stop enjoying
Danger, danger, breaking necks
Ganja, ganja I'm called to my pager
Yeyo's White line, she's the beautiful one
The Queen of the party, hype clap
We speak patois, we smoke marijuana
DJ's soundsystems shake dreadlocks
Down pussy clot, mi shit don't stop
44 sound Bwoy vinyl
I don't speak Swahili, listen to my riddim
On this track, I kill it any, motherfucker silly
I'm really, I'm chillin, Top billin
Oyeme red hote chilli kinki they call in me
Bup, bup, I love reggae even though I'm not rasta
Bup, bup, Spanish masta of disaster
Bup, bup, I'm a bastard
Bup, bup, I have caste
Bup, bup, Triple XXX tumbling the House
Hastaaaaa! La vista, your name in a crypt
On the track Shout It, Jahh!
You're not rastafari, no matter hottees
Give it down, shake, shake your body
Nobody move, nobody can't hear
Ring the alarm, snitches, boom!
They listen to me in stereo, it's serious.
Flight with Iberia, also with Maria
South! mentality, South!, hospitality
I play the glory, tonight I want to die
But not here, better in Punta Cana
No bandana, rollo Tony Montana
Dolce & Gabana, no!
Marc Buchanan, the big kahuna
Listen to Malaga rap
If you don't like it, rudeboy rinses
I've got a resume. you're dropping your panties.
Triple XXX, the cream on the spot
In the club they do not stop dancing
It sounds in your street, it sounds in your car
So that you don't stop enjoying