Daddy Yankee - Somos De Calle Remix

Originally Posted by dmoney101

i didn't see everything you put, but pendejo is a dumba**. jerk kinda goes with it, but it's more of a dumba**. it's only coward in Cuba (and Arcangel is puerto rican)

Arcangel is dominican and boricua man so is de la ghetto! Arcangel was just raised in puerto rico

Originally Posted by dmoney101

i read some more of it, chota is a cop or a gossiper, but in the instance it was used, i'm pretty sure cop would fit. when it says "el bichote, el gangster, el chulo"
i think chulo is supposed to be the original meaning of a pimp. “bichotes fecas” i think comes from english and is supposed to be "fake b*tches". that's all for now. check out diccionariolibre.com and search for the words you don't know. it has a lot of slang. most of it is dominican, but the puerto rican stuff should be there too

Bichote is like the man of the barrio tu sabe ...... hes the guy that everyone wants to be and if u get in good with him u have power and are respected.. bichotes fekas means fake bichotes tu me intiendes!

Originally Posted by dmoney101

why use a dominican dictionary? you've got me jaja. it's funny, i'm always translating for mexicans and other latin americans different Dominican stuff and teaching em new words. everybody's new phrase (that they got from me) is "cogelo con calma" jaja. the Puerto Rican stuff, we're definitely lacking on this forum.

jaja Dmoney k hay mi mano como fue la vaina bro? whats poppin man te vi te hicite un good job man keep doin you getting better man
2ces y cogela suave man!

Im an African American who lived in Puerto Rico for 5 years, so if you want someone to translate it to hip hop american slang...Im the one for the job...OK lets see...

[Arcangel]

Yo si soy de la calle,
I am truly from the streets
lo que no soy es gangster ni matón, (Welcome to the remix!)
What I am not is a gangster or a thug
no te confundas,
don't get confused
tampoco alicate ni mamón,
[B] Neither a ***** (pushover) or a sucka! (alicate is a tool, like pliers; mamon is like a baby... still drinking mother's milk)[/B]
yo soy cantante, (History baby!)
I'm a rapper
te lo demuestro en mi canción,
I will demostrate in my song
a nadie envidio,
I don't hate nobody
por eso Dios me da la bendición,
That why God keeps blessin' me
tengo dinero,
I got money
huelemelo,
smell it
sin necesidad de tirarle,
WIthout having to come at
a ningun cabrón...
any mo'fuk@
Yo soy Arcangel, (Prrra!)
I am Archangel
mago en esta pendejá,
A magician in this bi@tcch! (pendejo is like a jerk or a coward.. so...)
los desaparezco sin esforzarme ná,
I can make them dissappear without any effort
asi que estate quieto,
so be easy!
que si te pillo por mi callejon te van a mandar un rafagazo,
cuz if I catch you on my block ima bust a cap on you!
estate quieto, (PR!)
Be easy!
Arcangel la maravilla protagonista de tu fracaso...
Archagne the illest protagonist of your downfall!

[DY]

Tu sabes que somos de calle, (Daddy!)
You know we are from the streets
hay cria y corazon, (Making history!)
nigg@haz is wild & they got heart!
siente el fuego, (Haciendo historia!)
feel the fire
las reglas del juego las pongo yo... (Ustedes quieren mas presion, ja!)
I make up the rules of the game (You want more pressure, ha!)
(You know my time is it, you know my time is it Daddy!)

Tu sabes que somos de calle, (Daddy!)
You know we are from the streets
hay cria y corazon, (Se unieron las fuerzas!)
nigg@hz is wild & they got heart! (they united the forces
siente el fuego, (Haciendo historia!)
feel the fire
las reglas del juego las pongo yo...
I make up the rules of the game

[De La Ghetto]

No soy sicario pero jalo cuando es necesario,
I'm not a killer but I pull (the trigger?) when it is necessary
no quiero ser temerario solo un talento de barrio,
I don;t want to be wreckless, just a talent from the ghetto
no te equivoques,tambien tengo pistolas en mi inventario,
Don't get it twisted, I too got guns in my inventory
y en el periodico en la seccion de obituarios,
and in the newspaper, in the obituary section
de tu corillo contarás a varios,
from your crew, you will soon count a bunch of them
a los cobardes que en vez de cojones parecen tener ovarios,
the cowards that instead of balls seem to have ovaries
de niño, viví la calle a diario,
as a young'n, I lived hood daily
cambie la glock por el micrófono,
I traded my "glock" for a microphone
ahora mato en escenario...
now I kill on stage
Crias, desarrolle y no fue culpa mia,
Thugs, I developed and it wasn't my fault
en Villa España y La Perla joceando to los dias,
In Villa España (housing projects Villa Espana in San Juan) and La Perla i kicked it on them blocks every day
mataron a mi socio Siquitria,
They killed my homie Siquitria
sabe que!?
You know what?
Que esa muerte pudo haber sido la mia...
That death could've easily been mine

[Guelo Star]

Aquel que rompe las reglas, la regla es rompele la cara,
He who breaks the rules, the rule is to break his face
lechones que roban, picale la mano to encebara,
Bi@tch@ssNigg@s that steal, chop his hand to lil pieces
para verle la cara soltando lagrimas de embuste,
to see their face bursting with tears of fraud
usted necesita insecticida,
You need insecticide
mosquitos que cargan el dengue y pervete boconeo,
for These bug nigg@hz that ain't bout ****, but stay flappin' off they mouths
el respeto no se recupera a la hora del fogoneo,
you ain't gettin' no respect when nigg@hs run up with the heaters!
mi calle es calle y mi ciudad es peor,
my hood is hood, and my city is even worse
yo vengo de Ponce,
Im str8t from Ponce
mi calle es de nativa, arriba boricuaronce...
My hood is in Puerto Rico, let's go "Ricans from Ponce!!!!" (like a cheer..)

[MC Ceja]

Soy de la calle,
Im from the hood,
hell yeah, I'm from the block,
where *****s got big guns they pop And get Ur *** drop,
donde se aprende a jocear y a hacer dinero,
where you lear how to hug da block and make money
tambien donde se aprende que el listo vive del mas sincero,
Also where you learn that the smart one live the most serious "or consious"
yeah, ______ in top to the cups,
no importa si me quieren dar tiempo en la federal,
I don't care if they want to give me time in the federal (prison)
ah, ah, yeah,
total soy un talento de barrio,
I'm a total talent from the hood
y en bloque me mantengo a diario, *****!
And I stay on my block er'day!

i'll do the rest in a second, let me copy and past it, just had to fix this first persons, get the slang right, ya figgadeal me?

elsabelotodo - This is so cool!!! Thanks so much and welcome to the forum!

[Arcangel]

If I'm from the street
what I am is not gangster or thug, (Welcome to the remix!)
do not confuse,
pliers or no sucker,
I am a singer, (History baby!)
I show in my song,
I envy anyone,
that's why God gave me the blessing,
I have money,
huelemelo,
without having to throw,
to any mother****er ...
Yo soy Arcangel (Prrra!)
magician in this mother****er,
ná disappear without the push,
estate so still,
if you crook I Callejon te van a mandar a rafagazo,
quiet estate (PR!)
Arcangel wonder star of your failure ...

[DY]

You know that we are in the streets, (Daddy!)
There are breeding and heart, (Making history!)
Feel the fire (to make history!)
the rules of the game put me ... (You want more pressure, ha!)
(You know my time is it, you know my time is it Daddy!)

Because we are street
There are breeding and heart, (They joined forces!)
Feel the fire (of the Ghezzy!)
the rules of the game put me ...

[De La Ghetto]

I'm no assassin but pull when necessary,
I do not want to be just a brash talent neighborhood
make no mistake, I also have guns in my inventory,
and the section in the newspaper obituaries,
Your corillo counted several
the cowards who instead of balls seem to have ovaries,
child, I lived the street daily,
change the Glock into the microphone,
Now kill the scene ...
Dens, to develop and was not my fault,
Villa in Spain and La Perla joceando to day,
Siquitria killed my partner,
knows?
That death could have been mine ...

[Guelo Star]

One who breaks the rules, the rule is rompele face
piglets stolen, Pical encebara to the hand,
to see the face of dropping tears lie,
you need insecticide
mosquitoes that carry dengue and pervete boconeo,
respect is not recovered at the time of fogoneo,
street is my street and my city is worse,
yo vengo de Ponce,
my street is native boricuaronce up ...

[MC Ceja]

I'm from the street
hell yeah, I'm from the block,
where ***** s got big guns they pop And get Ur *** drop,
where you learn to jocear and make money
also where you learn that the lives of sincere ready,
yeah, ______ to the top in cups,
Does not matter if I want to give time in the federal
ah, ah, yeah,
I am a total area of talent,
and block I keep a diary, *****!

[DY]

You know that we are in the streets, (Daddy! PR!)
There are breeding and heart, (we who commands the jodedera)
Feel the fire
the rules of the game put me ... (The people's favorite!)

Because we are street
There are breeding and heart,
Feel the fire, (Julio Voltio!)
the rules of the game put me ... (Hey yo Voltage)

[Volt]

So before you go,
I'm dumb, blind and deaf,
'm quiet and although abortion is a riot,
in my car in Regueros are covered with an awning,
Many believe they have guillaos of big fish,
neighborhoods, villages, these are the same (of course!)
Chota always a thousand abnormal
section, the rifles, enemies, the federal
when there are problems, uhmm, no one goes ...

[Ñejo]

Women give for cash ***,
the BICHOT, the gangster, the cool,
The world is yours,
the idiot is that everyone thinks like you and me,
The world wants to find his own,
is starting the murmurs,
by strapping movie by Chabas, drug,
and say it's for pride,
you nailed the JEVA,
kill you back, (Come on!)
this is a jungle (Chyno Ny!)
nobody here except ... (Yo!)

[Chyno Nyno]

Many aspire to lead this kind of life,
Here the options do not change and poverty that forces me,
Listeria does not tolerate,
If you Chota in the mouth if you're in the belly comelon,
Many say they are but viran lines,
street and say they have yet to see the avenue,
calm jaw chatterbox,
you have no heart or Valentine's Day ...

[DY]

You know that we are street
There are breeding and heart,
Feel the fire
the rules of the game put me ...

Because we are in the streets, (Okay, you want more tension then?)
There are breeding and heart, (I Coscu Hey! Come on man!)
Feel the fire, (I Got Ur Back Man)
the rules of the game ... I do (Let them know)

[Cosculluela]
I'm already tired of listening to the tales of feces BICHOT
When dropped kilos of lard and equipment (in bags)
The microphone cable inside Hoody
And the guy shot up the middle in the tecate Churry's (crazy)
These people are believed to have current and breeding
Boards are 15 pa 'rob a bakery
Rifle and batteries and go without dyes in Kia
For those leaving insecterias day tira'os
Is that in the neighborhood all know how the smoke bat
There are many underground to make nonsense
You put pa 'your number, you leave the "rowing"
This is P.R., you know 'as we do

[Baby Rasta]

I'm burning mouth putting your name on record,
until you've seen out with pal filled vest
is shaking, when the neighborhood sound wolves,
you gave to twelve, but look at those eyes?
Listen, if these people are giving me trili and laughter,
looking for life but necklaces will be ash,
or line or will be ghosts in the breeze,
temperature, if the Yankee clothes as pieces ...

[DY]

You know that we are in the streets, (Daddy Yankee is not a singer ...)
There are breeding and heart, (Daddy Yankee is the movement!)
Feel the fire
the rules of the game put me ... (Ladies and gentlemen!)

Because we are street (Be grateful for the support to the head ...)
There are breeding and heart (Closing with finishing touch!)
Feel the fire
the rules of the game put me ... (Breaking the rules!)

Hey if chamako guns feel squeeze,
eat alive anyone who will climb the chops,
gangstersito!
Spread fear in your madness,
but do not respect Daddy, and two fingers in height,
gangstersito!
You passed the limit,
a toad can not pee in the land of princes,
were involved in the war,
you got much voltage to the index finger ...
Now your head is an auction,
are offering cash, kilos of books and Baby Rasta,
hot pal chest rum Ñejo,
Or die as a brave or live like a ****,
Thus this thing any child of the neighbor
easy as you have lunch with Pepe Chinese rice,
you fly the eyebrows, is the movie's live Guelo,
you save with Arcangel De La Ghetto-fire ...

Prrra!
Daddy!
Diesel!
Incredible!
We diktats
rules street
from 80 to infinity,
Puerto Rico,
the creators of the urban movement ...
Talento de Barrio!
Once again!
The Boss!