Bring It On

## **Bring it on escrita por Raymond Ayala (Daddy Yankee)**

No matter

Cartel

Big Boss

Las palabras vertidas en esta canción

No se solidarizan (no matter)

Con ningún cobarde en la calle

Pero sí con El Cartel Records

Daddy Yankee, Akon y todos los afiliados mundialmente

Come on

Ready

No matter

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all jaws

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war (come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Say bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Eh eh eh

No matter

Oye tas bregando con los anormales

Somos, los de los juguetes espaciales

Ya no, no le temo no, a los tribunales

Tú y quien van amedrentar con los metales, boy

No matter

You are a killer, me pone Daddy Yankee man

Ponte las pilas, si tienes guille Superman

Que rumba el cielo te puedo poner a volar

En guerra avisada como quiera muere gente porque

No matter

I got my nigga and my gun we open fire

You better get out of my way 'cause I'm a rider

At any time in the morning or even the evening

I'm laying this verse till you retire

No matter

Lets go, nosotros estamos dispuesto

En esto nosotros somos expertos

Cause we're doing this everyday

In the ghetto which is part of the game we play

Now I say

I got my heat, I got my balls

No matter

And enough Heart to break all y'all jaws (mucha gente)

No matter

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war (come on)

Now bring it on (eh, tira pa lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Say bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (ira pa'lante come on)

No matter

Qué carajo tú me vas hacer

Si yo sé que a ti te parió la feca

Pon las balas donde pones tus palabras

Vamos a ver de que estas hecha muñeca

No matter

(You're not gangster)

Otro maleante de cartón

(I smell a Wangsta)

Tú eres tremendo bobolón, pa

Fuck my English, también my broken Spanish

The sound of the gun is a universal language 'cause

No matter

I got my people and my gun we open fire

You better get out of my way cause I'm a rider

At any time in the morning or even the evening

I'm letting you splurge 'til you retire

No matter

Let's go, nosotros estamos dispuesto

En esto nosotros somos expertos

Cause we are doing this everyday

In the ghetto which is part of the game we play

No matter

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all jaws (que pao pa)

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war (come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Say bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

No matter

I got my heat, I got my balls

And enough heart to break all y'all's jaws (mucho corazón pa')

But I rather round up my niggas from Puerto Rico

To help me out with this war

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Now bring it on (tira pa'lante come on)

Say bring it on (con que tu quieras come on)

Now bring it on (estamos ready come on)

Bring it on

No matter

Estamos listos pa' lo que sea y pa lo que venga

We're ready man Don't get it fucking twisted

We can get a ticket and we can fly out there and give you a visit in the cold

No matter

And we can turn it into heat

No te equivoques

Eso es bien fácil pa' nosotros

No matter