NO COOPERAMOS Lyrics (English Translation) – Pailita

Read the full NO COOPERAMOS (English Translation) lyrics by Pailita, El Jordan 23, Galee Galee and Cris Mj along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Pailita & El Jordan 23]
We don’t cooperate with the cops
I’m going to make a million without selling the grams
Any s*it, we’ll install a chip on the face
What we promised mom, we’ll achieve
There are several punks who suck it because we’re sounding cool
When I lose, I always win, I don’t show what we spend
The cops arrive, but we get away with it, without the crown we’re already crowned
Making money like gypsies
And if someone goes too far, we’ll empty the banana comb (Prr, El Jordan 23!)

[Chorus: El Jordan 23]

We don’t cooperate with the cops
More than a hundred grams on the neck
All the combs are bananas
Any s*it, we’ll install a chip on the face
We don’t cooperate with the cops
In the neck is more than a hundred grams
All the combs are banana
Any s*it, we’ll put the chip on the face, brr

[Verse 1: The Jordan 23]
I’ll get my hands on any s*it
Any s*it, if they have a dry, we’ll kill them in record time
To the street and we’ll take out all the sticks
We’ll bust ourselves up, we’ll put all the cops through the nose
To the street with my gang, all the yellow ones through the beans
The Towers in cone with the Castle
We don’t stop making money until we make a million
Million-Millionaire, the recipe for the note
The club is in the cove with the tits
‘They’re all crazy for me to put it in
She wants tussi, she wants keta
I have her up from the Jeep, she’s sucking on the pot
No one is bothering me or calming me down Take off
I’m with my mind, BigCvyu and Pailita
Counting money, young lady, let that piece of cake

I’m the one who’s going to melt it (Hahaha, prr!)

[Verse 2: Pailita]
We’re with Los Pato’s, we’re changing the format to this ‘care’ and snub-nosed
I’ll kill for my people, I don’t have a contract
Ugly duck, here we’re from Colo, never from Cato
On the corner with the compas drinking a Gato
With Castillo, as minors we’re using the brushes
With the whole gang, for a cigarette, take out that piece of paper
Let’s make a million, ha (Prr, hey!)
(And I’ll buy a Berlin with quince)
Hey, little piece of paper, I love those who throw money away
We’re not going to lower it because it cost us a lot to raise it
I always listen to my mom’s advice
We empty it the cartridges for anyone who talks a lot (El Castii)
We don’t think about what we do
Anti-sapo, we don’t cooperate
The 100 of us now tell you
A cool life, that’s what we work for
Where you don’t enter, we do enter
What I didn’t have now we buy
The bill going up and we don’t even notice
(Galee Galee forever, you know, my brother)

[Interlude: Galee Galee]
(I wake up from the house to the point, from the point to the house)
Yeah, ah, ah
(From the house to the club)

[Proverb: Galee Galee]
Hey, I see with that
The cops are coming, perkin, I see with that
In case they ask me, I don’t know anything about that
I’m low-key looking for the pesos

[Verse 3: Galee Galee]
Longi eat food and don’t come to pack me the flight
The light is unique, tell me where to find you
Turn on the green light, you tell me and I’ll pick you up
I’m with the guys from Castillo, Las Torres and Yakuza Gang, Gang, Gang
You’re bad and I’m going bang-bang
While your b!tch models Calvin Klein
She wants me to put the movie on play
While she sucks me off, I’m playing Play
Then in the morning she prepares me Corn Flakes
I tell her: “Goodbye, see you later, okay”
We’re anti-cop, anti-law
I don’t hang out with fakes, I don’t hang out with fakes
(And you know, Galee Galee is the king)

[Chorus: Pailita & Cris Mj]
We don’t cooperate with the cops
More than a hundred grams on the neck
All the combs are banana
Any s*it, we’ll put the chip on the face
With the cops we don’t cooperate
On the neck more than a hundred grams
All the combs are made of banana
Any s*it, we put the chip on the face (Cris Mj “El Más Que Suena”, brr)

[Verse 4: Cris Mj]
Tortured and all fu*ked up
We throw you into the river for getting dirty with me (With me)
We’re with El Castillo (Castillo)
Los Mj, your godfather, if I see you, I’ll eliminate you
With the cops we don’t cooperate
I tried a damn thing, we arrived and we’ll blow you up
Now almost all the grams are gold
As we dreamed, that’s what we win for
‘I’m fu*king b!tch, smoking a zeta
Even your girl wants to be my doll
I’m in the Meche, I already put my Beretta away
To shut your mouth and stop talking so much s*it
They’re bad head
I’ve already been by the cops’ side, I’m making fun
We’re all without a tie
I don’t remember how many millions I’ve spent

[Saying: Cris Mj & Galee Galee]
Hey, I see with that
In the town we cut the cheese
Hey, looking for the peso
You don’t interest me if I don’t interest you
E-E-E-Hey, I see with that
The cops are coming, perkin, I see with that
In case they ask me, I don’t know anything about that
I’m low-key, looking for the pesos

[Outro: Cris Mj & Pailita]
Brr
Cris Mj “El Más Que Suena”
Tell me, Lewis
Tell me, Pailita
El Castii
El Jordan 23
Ha
Galee Galee
Cris Mj
“El Más Que Suena”
Hey, Tell me, Jordan
Ha, with the Galee Galee
In memory of my brother, ha
Nothing more
Another stick for history
We don’t cooperate with the cops
We don’t cooperate with the idiots