Lyrics and translation C-Kan - Mandales Fire

Mandales Fire

Desde los doce años gano lo que me gasto con el sudor de mi frente,
De ahí pal real conocí las reglas, negocios y gente,
Después las riñas con los barrios contrarios,
Los enfrentamientos con las autoridades se volvieron rutinarios,
Y desde los tiempo de mis tíos,
He caminado entre balas sin mirar para atrás cuando se arma el lio,
Le pegaron al can 9 cuando caminaba al lado mio,
Así que no me venga a hablar de calle si usted nunca la ha vivido,
Jajajaja.

Oye,
Volvió,
El que siempre vuelve,
Jaja,
El Perro de la C,
El Boss,
Antes de Todo

Si quiere grabar conmigo junte su alcancía para el verso,
Si no ajusta pues me tira al fin todos hacen eso,
Lo siento pero a mi nadie me auxilia,
Soy hombre de negocios desde que tengo familia,
No es que me crezca,
Como le parezca,
Raperos no se presentan por temor que me aparezca,
Y es que en esto a mi me conocen como C-Kan,
A ustedes como los que le tiran a C-Kan,
Ahí está la diferencia sigo tan contento,
Una cosa es trabajar otra colgarse del talento,
Ya no me alcanzan le hagan como le hagan,
Yo cobro por grabar y ustedes todavía pagan,
Hace seis años Lado Obscuro y supo de mi la calle,
Hace un año que me apuntan como estelar en los flyers,
De eso oírlos pa inspirarme hoy llaman pa los coros,
Creci escuchando raperos con los que ahora colaboro.

Mándales fire,
Para que sientan lo que es la calle,
Para que aprendan y que se callen,
Para que sepan que en esto,
No hay otro cabrón que lo haga como yo,
Más fire,
Pa los chamacos que nunca aprenden,
Para los que barato se venden,
Para que vean que en esto,
Para qe vean qe en esto no hay otro que le meta mas a pasion

Me la paseo de cama en cama,
Soy un niño bien dice mi mamá,
Tengo el Estudio apestando a marihuana,
Y soy amable,
Mas no creo todo lo que hable,
Si lo mas malo que ha hecho es robar la señal del cable,
Sal de tu casa, para una patrulla, pide auxilio,
Que ya mandé mi gente pal servicio a domicilio,
Le unta la punta con ajo,
Me bajo,
Y el pescuezo le rajo,
Guárdale en la panza lo que Santa Claus le trajo,
Los cds y material se revientan en cincuenta,
Sale pa las prendas, pa la farra y pa la renta,
Porque por cierto yo no vivo con mami,
Los real G's se buscan solos el Slammy,
El artista soy yo,
Usted rapea desde que me oyó,
Mencionó mi nombre y el teatrito se cayó,
Soy inspiración de raperos que me imitan,

Mándales fire,
Para que sientan lo que es la calle,
Para que aprendan y que se callen,
Para que sepan que en esto,
No hay otro cabrón que lo haga como yo,
Más fire,
Pa los chamacos que nunca aprenden,
Para los que barato se venden,
Para que vean que en esto,
Para qe vean qe en esto no hay otro que le meta mas a pasion

Me encanta quemar petate,
Traigo los ojos color tomate,
Castro forja el Cronic en el blunt de chocolate,
Baisa y rola,
Trépale a Túpac en la consola,
Y llámale a un par de rubias que tengo la casa sola,
La envidia no la soportan,
Llevo a los toquines con escolta,
Me tocan un pelo y la canica se les bota,
Sencillito en lo material nunca me fijo,
Se me quedó grabado lo que un día papá me dijo,
Ve a la calle si te buscan pónteles al brinco,
Pero si te dan a ti yo te romperé el hocico,
Y por eso en esas enseñanzas me reflejo,
Y por eso no me dejo de ningún pendejo,
Ando bateando raperitos de bitrina,
Y empeñado porque me suenen en cada esquina,
Le enseño el ticket por si acaso no comprende,
O pregúntaselo a Joe C-Kan hasta en tu japon vende.

Mándales fire,
Para que sientan lo que es la calle,
Para que aprendan y que se callen,
Para que sepan que en esto,
No hay otro cabrón que lo haga como yo,
Más fire,
Pa los chamacos que nunca aprenden,
Para los que barato se venden,
Para que vean que en esto,
Para qe vean qe en esto no hay otro que le meta mas a pasion

Mandales Fire

Since I was twelve, I've earned my keep with the sweat of my brow,
From there, for real, I learned the rules, the business, and the people,
Then the fights with rival neighborhoods,
Confrontations with the authorities became routine,
And since my uncles' time,
I've walked through bullets without looking back when trouble starts,
They hit Can 9 when he was walking next to me,
So don't come talking to me about the streets if you've never lived it,
Hahahaha.

Hey,
He's back,
The one who always comes back,
Haha,
The Dog of the C,
The Boss,
Before Everything

If you want to record with me, gather your piggy bank for the verse,
If it's not enough, then throw it at me, everyone does that in the end,
I'm sorry, but no one helps me out,
I've been a businessman since I had a family,
It's not that I'm getting bigger,
However you want to see it,
Rappers don't show up for fear that I'll appear,
And it's that in this, they know me as C-Kan,
You guys are known as the ones who diss C-Kan,
There's the difference, I'm still so happy,
One thing is to work, another is to hang on to talent,
They can't reach me anymore, no matter how they do it,
I charge to record and you guys still pay,
Six years ago, Lado Obscuro, and the street knew about me,
For a year now, I've been headlining the flyers,
From hearing them to get inspired, now they call for the choruses,
I grew up listening to rappers I now collaborate with.

Send them fire,
So they can feel what the street is like,
So they can learn and shut up,
So they know that in this,
There's no other badass who does it like me,
More fire,
For the kids who never learn,
For those who sell themselves cheap,
So they can see that in this,
So they can see that in this there's no one who puts more passion into it

I stroll from bed to bed,
I'm a good boy, my mom says,
I have the studio stinking of marijuana,
And I'm kind,
But I don't believe everything I say,
If the worst thing you've done is steal the cable signal,
Get out of your house, stop a patrol car, ask for help,
Because I've already sent my people for home delivery,
He rubs the tip with garlic,
I get off,
And I slit his throat,
Keep what Santa Claus brought him in his belly,
The CDs and material sell out in fifty,
It goes for clothes, for partying and for rent,
Because by the way, I don't live with mommy,
Real G's get their own Slammy,
I'm the artist,
You've been rapping since you heard me,
You mentioned my name and the little theater fell apart,
I'm the inspiration for rappers who imitate me,

Send them fire,
So they can feel what the street is like,
So they can learn and shut up,
So they know that in this,
There's no other badass who does it like me,
More fire,
For the kids who never learn,
For those who sell themselves cheap,
So they can see that in this,
So they can see that in this there's no one who puts more passion into it

I love to smoke weed,
My eyes are tomato red,
Castro rolls the Chronic in the chocolate blunt,
Baisa and roll,
Put Tupac on the console,
And call a couple of blondes, I'm home alone,
They can't stand envy,
I take escorts to the gigs,
They touch a hair on me and their gun goes off,
I'm simple in material things, I never pay attention,
I remember what Dad once told me,
Go to the street, if they look for you, put them in their place,
But if they hit you, I'll break your face,
And that's why I reflect on those teachings,
And that's why I don't let any asshole get to me,
I'm batting away showcase rappers,
And I'm determined to be heard on every corner,
I show you the ticket in case you don't understand,
Or ask Joe, C-Kan even sells in your Japan.

Send them fire,
So they can feel what the street is like,
So they can learn and shut up,
So they know that in this,
There's no other badass who does it like me,
More fire,
For the kids who never learn,
For those who sell themselves cheap,
So they can see that in this,
So they can see that in this there's no one who puts more passion into it