Cosa Buena
Tego Calderón
Good Thing
Ayo!
Let yourself go, bro, it's different, the vibe
Tego Calderón, DJ Black
Look who’s here, good thing
The black Calderón, no problem
Don’t be shy
'Cause check out this groove, it’s for the ladies
Don’t get worked up or start fantasizing
So you know, I roll even without papers
If you don’t like the party vibe, don’t judge me
Take it to hell and don’t make noise
To each their own
I sing to the troublemakers
And to those little chicks who live my songs
They claim to be real but don’t contribute
They’re hustlers but tomorrow they could be piglets
My flow scares you 'cause it fits
What people like
If I don’t have it, I’ll find it
A new system
That fills the dance floor
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things are getting tight
No more chillin'
Here comes the one who sings
And lifts you from your seat
No cheating, tough like a champ
Here it doesn’t rain
Hold on, grandpa’s here
Big mama, move it to the ground, forget your worries
'Cause what I bring is fire
Go all the way down
If you flip the drink, I’ll pay
And if you get fresh, I’ll handle it
That drop just from seeing you, I’m done
If you dance like that, let’s rehearse
In the clear, let’s go and have a blast
No strings attached, we finish and check out
Hit you like a downpour in May
And drop it low until you faint
Ride me like a horse
Make it tight, lots of waist, and I’ll take you back to where you came from
My flow scares you 'cause it fits
What people like
If I don’t have it, I’ll find it
A new system
That fills the dance floor
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things are getting tight
No more chillin'
Here comes the one who sings
And lifts you from your seat
No cheating, tough like a champ
Here it doesn’t rain
Hold on, grandpa’s here
Look who’s here, good thing
The black Calderón, no problem
Don’t be shy
'Cause check out this groove, it’s for the ladies
Don’t get worked up or start fantasizing
So you know, I roll even without papers
If you don’t like the party vibe, don’t judge me
Take it to hell and don’t make noise
To each their own
I sing to the troublemakers
And to those little chicks who live my songs
They claim to be real but don’t contribute
They’re hustlers but tomorrow they could be piglets
My flow scares you 'cause it fits
What people like
If I don’t have it, I’ll find it
A new system
That fills the dance floor
Joy for your body without the Macarena
Things are getting tight
No more chillin'
Here comes the one who sings
And lifts you from your seat
No cheating, tough like a champ
Here it doesn’t rain
Hold on, grandpa’s here
Tego Calderón, 'the vibe'.. Black
If I hit hard, you suffer, if I go soft, you cry
You’re just too soft to mess with Calderón
With DJ Black, the Vibe
On fire in 2002, it’s late to catch up
