El Combo Me Llama (Remix) (part. Benny Benni, Pusho, Daddy Yankee, Cosculluela, El Sica y D.Ozi)

Hey Segi

This is the Remix
The way they keep calling
The puppets can’t stand the wait
Even the girls are showing off
Back to tear up the streets (hahaha)

Or maybe it drops in August
They say my pen is the best
All after this remix
Yo, raise my prices
There are people ready for me
That I say I don’t know
Must be the vibe
That’s got more hype than the cost

We got the crew
We fear no one
The streets belong to us
That’s something we already know
We spend all the cash
We drink all the bottles
'Cause my life’s in danger
We’ll even hit you in the plaza

The crazy one
This track is gonna bang
Like when Héctor took down Don Omar
Like Santa Cos
Like Titerito
I’m like D, O guilty of all the crimes

The world is yours
Did you see the Montana movie?
The doctor told my mom
In the ultrasound
Ma'am, come here, look at your son
I can’t believe it, he’s 5 months and flipping me off

We’re in the movie
The cash, the snitches, and the girls
Drums don’t show up, they’re fake
I leave fear in the drawer
Everyone’s a pain in the ass

We’re in the movie
The banshees, the forty tequilas
The minors are 270
That’s why no one messes around in the club
So pay the rent

The boss of the route
On the street, they don’t take my lens away
Making tickets with ease
The ride has a trunk
In beautiful island, your house leaves no trace
But in Coleman’s faith
They’ve got this star kid on high

They hear me and the big shots of the hood hide
You all run this, but in two left flip-flops
I roll with my brothers, I don’t mix with partners
For the chicks, it’s the helmets, they don’t sell you party liners

It’s the same one, the bastard who when he blew up
Put everyone to work without resting in the studio
Jumping courses, dropping all weekend for the popsicles
I’m not a chapter, I’m the whole series

We’re in the movie
The cash, the snitches, and the girls
And I never drop the tool
For ghosts, I’ll blow your cover

Here comes the one who enters making noise
The explosive waves of sound
The voices break through doors
The verses explode in ears

I’m the projection of everything you’ve never lived
The star actor, Robert De Niro

My gangsters are elegance
Addicted to close-range shots
And if you stay alive, even in the ambulances
We surround you and flip it on you
Here what we start, we finish
And we’ll go to your mom’s house
If we don’t find you
Stop the nonsense
They say it every day
But the instinct to win runs in the blood
The bitten people shout 80 things about me
But I’m loud and clear in my tracks
And no one disputes it, don’t make me lose it
And roll through your block
Revving up, your crew’s leaving with the chief
Here there’s no one who can match the flow
Sica Mr, Consistency
The one with rhymes that flow like gum

We’re in the movie
The cash, the snitches, and the girls
Drums don’t show up, they’re fake
I leave fear in the drawer
Everyone’s a pain in the ass

We’re in the movie
The banshees, the forty tequilas
The minors are 270
That’s why no one messes around in the club
So pay the rent

Hey Pinto, take off the auto-tune
And let me have the delay
'Cause what they do in a track
I do in a 16
I always lay down and wonder
Why they call me the king
And it’s 'cause I’m like LeBron
Superior for the NBA

The high, the one who can’t handle the pressure, pack it up
We’re below zero and they’re out without jackets
I don’t lose my balance
Get out of that aluminum mess
That’s why they throw regular
I always throw premium
What’s up, I’m still alive
There’s always death when I write
From superintendent, my order’s an operation
From the alley, to the Miltons
We don’t owe a dime, you all with whores
I’m with the caldachas in the Hilton
Rolling in a caravan, you little bitch
Behave yourself
'Cause if you ghost us, we’re gonna pull your [??]

I promise new shorts
New rifles
New tricks
The new candidate
This is the campaign closing (Pusho)

I’m rolling with the black and red combo
Like Jordan and Pippen in Chicago’s time

I’m rolling with the black and red combo
Like Jordan and Pippen, yeah

Kid, what are you doing?
The crew’s here
They say Coscu is definitely making moves
Too much going on inside
Within that it’s a minute
I don’t sing for money, you bastards, I enjoy it
This is my hobby, don’t try to mess with Kobe
I’m staying in a motel, the girls fill the lobby
Point 10 with Watson, the tic and the endo
They raise my pressure but I feel great

And it goes, one two, two
Testing, I’m coming down
From New York to Orlando
In a mysterious car, in the trunk a couple of things
If they catch me, I don’t want free Coscu
Give me a cell

Skate, let my business run
Born and raised in the crime city
35×100, we keep living well
Jesus Christ is with me
Against me, tell me who’s going

You know who’s the boss man (jefe)

I’m a product of the most dangerous streets of Puerto Rico
I’ve got them locked down like dandruff, the devil for the nose
Swallowing bitter among the clouds of New Pol prison
They see me killing time with my Rolex and Hublot
I’m the stampede of being in the world, my petty (cash)
I throw it in the air and it looks like confetti
Even [??] image is short on cash
You start a riot when you see me with the vibe

Move it already, tell me Benny
These people should look for work at Denny’s
They should go to the plaza and open the line at Foot Locker
I’ll go and pay for the sneakers
Oh, maximum leader (eeny, miny, moe)
Who wants to get bullied like in Guantanamo

We make the rotors dance with this ripper
If you pull out the Griffin and empty the full clips
This verse is on a mission to change your outlook
I’m the first one to go
That’s why the crew calls me (DY)

The Princi
The celebrium
The mueka and Farruko
The toothache
And Farruko, D, O the one in control
It’s El Sica
Cartel where the f***ing history is written
White House
Rotweillas Inc
The operating room, SK Records
Carbon fiber music
Always fresh
Don’t front DY (tell Benny)

Segi the surgeon
Heard how we changed the monotony
Musicologist
Menes
Tell him blunt
Emil
Fabian
We’re in the house, papi
65 and aiming
Haha, free Oski
The new anthem of the street, papi
Here we didn’t miss a line
Hahaha, the one who writes the most
The mess
Tell Blanca [??]
Hahaha
Freetimemania.net
Hahaha
Segi, the monotony is over
The genre is yours
Canalesc