Rangos Lyrics English Translation by Came Beats
(feat. Zeno El Faraón, Kaydy Cain)
Uh-uh-ah-ah
Came Beats
These fools are gonna go and test themselves
And if they don’t want to see it, they’re gonna feel it
The days of playing games are over now, my brother
Today we’re gonna measure up just like this
And to throw down with me, they gotta take a couple laps
Fire is what they’re gonna know
Until I break the ice
Situations like those, they have to experience
So they understand why there’s no fear here
When they realize, there’ll be no time to fix it
They’re tough until I break the ice
I go out at midnight with my girl and big chains
The women drop down to the floor
I-I’ve got what you all are missing, in word and in heart
Okay, the ghostbuster arrived
For that ghosting, zero chorus with Casper
For that stench there’s no Lancaster
D-d-***, why did you call me?
Now it’s my turn to sweep him up and put “The End” on his gangster movie
‘Cause they see me coming and they migrate to another genre
I sing pretty and the babies’ heads get dizzy
But if I pick up the pencil, what’s coming, daddy, is bad vibes
To hell with it, I’m the chanter, try me pound for pound
I’m “the suffocator,” you all are TikTokers, that’s for sure
Now what they’re missing is abusing a beat the way I abuse it
Creating content, they’re the bosses
And in 2026 we’re gonna format their data and their systems
‘Cause I am a problem, I know it
To solve, they go to war, I’m stained with mud
Pay attention to the Royal Rumble
‘Cause at the reggaetón level now they’ll have to respect the ranks
Damn ***-eaters, your breath smells like fart
You think you’re some G’s, you’re bigger clowns than Kidd Keo
You’re the ones who got their sandwiches stolen at recess
Even worse, the ones who’d put their fingers in to take a bite
Respect isn’t bought with money or views
Respect is if you go to jail, who comes to visit you
The richest isn’t the one who has the most, but the one who needs the least
And if you have enough to eat, then, blessed glory
When La Mafia was playing, where were you all?
Probably sucking on a tit, but not like we did
Ask your mom, I’m an expert at eating ***
And where others just see an ass, I see a broken heart
Now it’s too much theory for so little action
All those rappers are fictional characters
They’re the clone of a clone, of a clone, of a clone
And we are the kings of reggaetón
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(With the—, with the Pharaoh)
Tell these crazy guys
(Tell me, Came Beats)
To calculate their moves carefully
Don’t go sowing storms and then not be able to handle the pressure
The presidents