Atrévete-te-te, salte del closet
Destápate, quítate el esmalte
Deja de taparte
Que nadie va a retratarte
Levántate, ponte hyper
Préndete, sácale chispas al starter
Préndete en fuego como un lighter
Sacúdete el sudor como si fueras un wiper
Que tú eres callejera, Street Fighter

Cambia esa cara de seria
Esa cara de intelectual, de enciclopedia
Que te voy a inyectar con la bacteria
Pa' que de' vuelta' como machina de feria
Señorita intelectual, ya sé que tiene el area abdominal
Que va a explotar como fiesta patronal
Que va explotar, como palestino
Yo sé que a ti te gusta el pop-rock latino
Pero este reguetón se te mete por los intestinos
Por debajo de la falda como un submarino
Y te saca lo de indio taíno
Ya tú sabes en tapa rabo, mamá
En el nombre de Agüeybaná, no hay mas na'
Para na' que yo te vo'a mentir
Yo sé que yo también quiero consumir de tu perejil
Y tú viniste amazónica como Brasil
Tú viniste a mata'la como Kill Bill
Tú viniste a beber cerveza de barril
Tú sabes que conmigo tienes refill

Atrévete-te-te, salte del closet
Destápate, quítate el esmalte
Deja de taparte
Que nadie va a retratarte
Levántate, ponte hyper
Préndete, sácale chispas al starter
Préndete en fuego como un lighter
Sacúdete el sudor como si fueras un wiper
Que tú eres callejera, Street Fighter

Hello, deja el show
Súbete la minifalda hasta la espalda
Súbetela deja el show, más alta
Que ahora vamos a bailar por to'a la jalda
Mera, nena ¿quieres un sipi?
No importa si eres rapera o eres hippie
Si eres de Bayamón o de Guaynabo City
Conmigo no te pongas picky
Esto es hasta abajo, cójele el triqui
Esto es fácil, esto es un mamey
¿Qué importa si te gusta Green Day?
¿Qué importa si te gusta Coldplay?
Esto es directo sin parar, one way
Yo te lo juro de que por ley
Aquí to'as boricuas saben karate
Ellas cocinan con salsa de tomate
Mojan el arroz con un poco de aguacate
Pa' cosechar nalgas de 14 kilates

Atrévete-te-te, salte del closet
Destápate, quítate el esmalte
Deja de taparte
Que nadie va a retratarte
Levántate, ponte hyper
Préndete, sácale chispas al starter
Préndete en fuego como un lighter
Sacúdete el sudor como si fueras un wiper
Que tú eres callejera, Street Fighter

Atrévete-te-te, salte del closet
Destápate, quítate el esmalte
Deja de taparte
Que nadie va a retratarte
Levántate, ponte hyper
Préndete, sácale chispas al starter
Préndete en fuego como un lighter
Sacúdete el sudor como si fueras un wiper
Que tú eres callejera, Street Fighter

Ja-ja-ja
¡Ah!
Cumbia


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¡Atrévete Te, Te! Lyrics as written by Rene Perez Eduardo Cabra

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    awsome song i only wish i knew what it meant lol

    OhSweetArsenicon March 08, 2007   Link

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