De Tal Palo Tal Astilla
La Vela Puerca
Like Father, Like Son
As a representative of the jury
I declare the accused
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Like father, like son
Such luck, Barranquilla
Is crying, is burning
Is saying, damn
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
My old man who doesn't let me breathe
I learn on my own anyway
Flat, I kill, yes, to eat and to get by
Paco, refined and cool
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
Don't feel wonderful
Like father, like son
It passes, son of a tiger
Bad luck, but free
What is my flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one?
What is my flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one?
What is my flag, flag, flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one
What is my flag, flag, flag?
The pretty one or the ugly one
What is it, friend?
What is it with you?
What is it, brother?
You're a nobody
What is it, friend?
What is it with you?
What is it, brother?
You're a nobody
Don't shout at me, don't bother me
I don't like your jokes anymore
He's partying, he's stuck
He's escaping, he's gone crazy
(Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh)
My old man who doesn't let me breathe
I learn on my own anyway
Flat, I kill, yes, to eat and to get by
Paco, refined and cool
Don't mess with the people
Who are all out of their minds
Who are all clandestine
It's full of murderers
