Lyrics and translation Héctor "El Father" - Tocaste La Puerte

Tocaste La Puerte

Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio,
Tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
15 balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao,
Coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio,
Tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
15 balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao,
Coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
La nueva M, potro se levanta aborreció
A cobra los 40 de to' el caserío
Chamea la pistola pierde treinta ready en el bolsillo
(En el casa hay guerra)
Y potro ya tu sabe ojo al pillo,
En el pico tando ronda tenia un par de banchu
Un par de onda y el que fantasmeaba lo metía
Pa' la fonda, le decían el Bin Laden
Y andaba con un par de loco, sacaba la pory
Y le bajaba el moco, mezclaba el perico con el choco
El no era un chipichapi, papi de to' el carce
El era el coco, su socio Belto andaba con la pali
Bien envuelto por el ronel, pero tenia el deo suelto,
Ya estaba cansao de trabajar por poca plata,
Potro con los balchu y con los carros
Y con las gatas, Belto bien pelao aborreció
Y en las latas siempre amaneciendo
Sendecando la picata, empezó en su tienda
Belto monto un kiosco de cinguillo con las cizañas
Se para el turillo le gustaba la chaucha pero mas
Le gustaba el gatillo y andaba con un par de loquillo
La diferencia llevaron a los brothers a matarse,
Belto quería con los de potro quedarse hubo
Par de nebula hasta amenazarse, quedo que se cogieran
Tenían que matarse, la mata se puso mala,
Belto se creía el mas que jala
Y la noche se vistió de gala, se puso careta Belto
Se metió hasta la sala y le dio diez impactos de bala
Señor por favor no me dejes morir Jehová,
No dejes morir, mi hija, mi esposa, no me dejes morir señor,
Te lo pido ten misericordia ten misericordia
Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio, tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
Quince balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao, coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio, tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
Quince balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao, coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
Potro salio del hospital, con signos de demencia,
Ya no tenia pana, ya no tenia conciencia,
El ambiente tenebroso potro bajando coso y
Al que fantasmeaba potro lo partía en trozos, pasaron
Meses largos Belto seguia al calgo y en el caserío
Aceptaban to' los lalgo, Belto con la gata se dedicó
A hacer el palgo, potro aborreció estaba loco por cazarlo,
Decidio el decato, potro se gancho un 44 lo pillo y
Le metió como cuatro, Belto pa' la paila y potro se quedo
Mandando un rato, lo chocaron en la corte le ofrecieron ciento cuatro
Señor por favor ten misericordia de mi,
Señor te prometo que esta vez si me ayudas no vuelvo a fallarte,
Señor por favor ayúdame
Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio, tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
15 balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao, coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
Tocaste la puerta y nadie salio, tocaste de nuevo y Dios te abrió
15 balas en tu cuerpo y tu tirao, coge cabeza la próxima
Te vas enterrao
Ustedes se preguntaran donde esta potro,
Potro esta en el corazón de cada uno de nosotros
Que no hemos sido dignos, de darle las gracias a Dios,
Después que Dios no ha librado tantas veces de la muerte,
Pero escrito en la palabra esta, que Dios no va a contender
Para siempre con el hombre, porque de cierto el hombre es carne
Y Dios es espíritu, ten cuidao que pa' la próxima no te abran la puerta

You Knocked on the Door

You knocked on the door, but no one came out,
You knocked again, and God opened for you
15 bullets in your body, and you lying there,
Get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
You knocked on the door, but no one came out,
You knocked again, and God opened for you
15 bullets in your body, and you lying there,
Get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
The new M, Potro rises, he hated
Cobra, the one with the 40 from the whole neighborhood
He works the pistol, keeps thirty grand in his pocket
(There's war in the house)
And Potro, you already know, keep an eye on the thief,
In the trap house, he had a couple of lookout guys
A couple of waves and whoever messed around, he'd put them
In the grave, they called him Bin Laden
And he walked with a couple of crazies, he'd pull out the heat
And wipe their noses, he'd mix the coke with the chocolate
He wasn't a small fry, daddy of the whole prison
He was the boss, his partner Belto walked with the heat
Well wrapped up by the belt, but he had a loose finger,
He was tired of working for little money,
Potro with the lookouts and the cars
And with the girls, Belto broke and resentful
And always waking up in the slums
Scraping by, he started in his store
Belto set up a kiosk with weed and gossip
The customer stops by, he liked the dough, but more
He liked the trigger and he walked with a couple of crazies
The differences led the brothers to kill each other,
Belto wanted to keep what Potro had, there was
A couple of threats, even to each other, it was settled that they'd take each other
They had to kill each other, the situation got bad,
Belto thought he was the biggest shot
And the night dressed up for the occasion, Belto put on a mask
He went all the way to the living room and gave him ten bullet wounds
Lord please don't let me die Jehovah,
Don't let me die, my daughter, my wife, don't let me die sir,
I beg you, have mercy, have mercy
You knocked on the door, but no one came out, you knocked again, and God opened for you
Fifteen bullets in your body, and you lying there, get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
You knocked on the door, but no one came out, you knocked again, and God opened for you
Fifteen bullets in your body, and you lying there, get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
Potro left the hospital, with signs of dementia,
He had no friends left, no more conscience,
The atmosphere was dark, Potro going down the street and
Whoever messed with him, Potro would tear them to pieces, it had been
Long months, Belto was still in charge and in the neighborhood
They accepted all the rules, Belto with the girl dedicated himself
To making money, Potro resentful was crazy to hunt him down,
He decided to act, Potro got a 44, caught him and
Put like four in him, Belto to the grave and Potro stayed
In charge for a while, they busted him in court, offered him one hundred and four
Lord please have mercy on me,
Lord I promise you that this time if you help me I won't fail you again,
Lord please help me
You knocked on the door, but no one came out, you knocked again, and God opened for you
15 bullets in your body, and you lying there, get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
You knocked on the door, but no one came out, you knocked again, and God opened for you
15 bullets in your body, and you lying there, get your head straight next time
You're going six feet under
You may be wondering where Potro is,
Potro is in the heart of each one of us
Who haven't been worthy of thanking God,
After God has delivered us so many times from death,
But it is written in the word, that God will not contend
Forever with man, because surely man is flesh
And God is spirit, be careful because next time they might not open the door for you