La Banda Lyrics English Translation by Ñengo Flow, Tempo & Ñejo
That’s why Tempo always rises, to hell with fake people
Your loyalty walked barefoot, and I kill them even in sauce
I hit like a blunt breaking, and I get high even if it causes pain
On the way to Bayamón to see Ñengo with El Broko
Always fair and tough, for a fool neither
The timbales sound for us, let’s go inside with all the saoco (Rrr)
Little by little (Ah), their idols are rusting
Everyone copying, if not forcing the remixes to mount
Envying, you alone are killing yourselves
Keep fixing yourselves, because inside you’re all ranking
And your Instagram rappers are bad, scared at home without going out, and a creature sucking
They have to suck a creature, they won’t aim at it
I’ve always lived in war, born to kill
They never kill with their hand when it’s time to shoot
Pressed on the trigger, and the songs will fly
Glock loaded, 30 rounds, not sweet mint
I’m still standing because of my old lady’s prayer
I hear voices in the distance calling and shouting at me
No matter how much I try to shake it off, the bad doesn’t leave me (One, two, three, hahaha)
If you want to avoid it, keep calm
Problems with me itch like they have scabies
Hey, they tremble when they see me
They didn’t kill me, now they’re calling me, the creature is
I started a party and a guaguancó
My boxers are sized like the Glock’s combs
I’m from Puertorro, where the flame comes from (Hahaha)
Here, the one who runs, a lot gets peeled
They were waiting for this for a long time
Tell me, Ñengo (Tell me), tell me, Tempo (Uh-huh)
Salsa and control, Fania has arrived
Instant death, and we took Hitler out of Germany
Héctor Lavoe, Maelo, and Chamaco (Chamaco)
Getting bold with the robberies, and I don’t even take out the guns
The band arrived, bastard, who sends you?
Tell me who you are to tell you who you’re with (One, two, three, hahaha)
In a grape blunt, even the deaf dances
The owners of Coca-Cola powder have arrived
Getting in since ’95
I’m Jordan with 23 and 45
Through the airport on I-95
Selling the white scale that leaves their asses caught
I remember we started selling five-dollar bags
From Saint Antoine to La 25
(I have one for $40 or two for $75)
Anyone who doesn’t respect gets shot on the spot
I know damn envy is eating you from the inside
I bring the sauce to lay you on the cement
I gave it two trips in the mouth, and it twisted on the pavement
Alliance of generals, The Abnormals returned
Walk low, always under the radar
The animals are watching him (One, two, three, hahaha)
Hey, Jan Paul
Like Jerry Masucci mixing thick salsa
Yeah, Ñengo Flow (Uh)
Okay
What up, Broko?
Ha, Ñejo
Real G4 Life, my nigga
The band arrived
Here everyone is a boss, no one commands
The band arrived
There in San Antonio, in Sarabanda
The band arrived
Carolina, Cabo, and Bayamón
The band arrived
Puerto Rico is a real heat
Hahaha