NO NOS PARECEMOS English Translation Lyrics by El Alfa
If my rap talks about drugs and money, it’s because I lived it
My father didn’t teach me that in the streets
I learned for progress, intelligence, I’m always learning
Every day something new comes out, like the tussi
So they don’t update the younger ones who are ready
I’ll give you the lean, no need for you to give me credit
I have a credit card that goes through for two grand
I buy the Bugatti, and you and I don’t even touch it
Your damn failure, Cristol, you failed
You didn’t progress because you spoke badly of El Alfa
A slap of green
I lent you 20, you hit a jackpot, you’re still paying it off
A feeling
El Alfa never gives up, not even at Atocha station
I never stop working, not even for a girl
I always want more
I’m going for more, no breaks, growing my bank account
Like making R&B
God or rapper, to reach me they form a circle
And I buy your car with a check
Car bomb
Quality versus quantity, I’m a calculator
I go for unity and guaguan
If he’s angry, it’s because it’s this train
There are no Mercedes
In my garage, it has to be AMG
Flying solo, a crazy one rolling alone
Crowning the hustle
They’re looking for me, but they can’t see me
The chicks, like Milka says, come on, come on
Stop saying you’re tougher than me
You’re frustrated, spinning around like a yo-yo
You and I, we don’t look alike, we’re not the same, no
We don’t look alike, we’re not the same
No, we don’t look alike, we’re not the same, different tastes
Different manners
No, we don’t look alike, we’re not the same
No, we don’t look alike, we’re not the same, different tastes
Different manners
The only Dominican who’s cracked the American code
The anchor
I’ve got a pot the size of the Alcalá gate
Give me all that jewelry, I’m going to rob you
You think you’re going to rob me? Oh, you don’t believe me
Clap clap, two beggars learn from Monte de Piedad
Because they give more cash
I don’t betray, I support the distribution
I bought two 115s, and we gave them TV airtime
And the same day, we filled two with music
And the younger ones arrive, respected more than Huamagán
They’ve got clips longer than a slide
I never hit the streets, I’m in the alleys
When I go out, it’s on a tire, and it’s for the cardboard, I’m
I’m hotter than Bad Bunny in the police chat
No one sees me, man, not even if they do a sprint show
Let’s celebrate
At half a pint, we throw 500, and we clear everything out
I don’t know whose they are
I’m not interested, they gave it to me
I saw that thing, left it hanging
Picked it up, stashed it where Tatum’s at
In two weeks, I sent it to Banu’s port
Oh my God, how much Ebro lives
This apartment and a pile of strings
Oh my God, how much cash Ebro lives
Misere, they’re looking for me, but they can’t see me
I don’t die, like Milka says, come on, come on
Stop saying you’re tougher than me
I’ve got you frustrated, spinning around like a yo-yo
We don’t look alike, we’re not the same
Different tastes
Different vocals
We don’t look alike, we’re not the same
We don’t look alike, we’re not the same
Different tastes
Different vocals
The only Dominican who makes Colombians shout
The floater, the animal, the temporary criminal