Lyrics and translation Luis R Conriquez - El 50

El 50

Varios al escuchar el corrido
Sabrán del hombre que yo les hablo
Allá por la tía y en el país
Ya se escuchan los mitotes, él es de los más buscados

Carga siempre a sus muchachos pilas
Los chavalos experimentados
Por todo Tijuana se menean
Son puros que son arriados, casi pactan con el diablo

Siempre me miraran escoltado
Me miran de arriba para abajo
Allá por Cancún y allá en Vallarta
Con unas bellas mujeres de la vida disfrutando

Carga MP-5, granadas también
Las cortas y largas para defender
Somos los que peleamos el cerco varios años en la lumbre
Muchos ya saben de él

Al gallo siempre hora lo recordaré
También al grosero porque fueron ley
Por clave portamos el 50 y haciendo más dolaritos
Más goles hay que meter

(Y esta se va, hasta Tijuana
Y puros Corridos Bélicos
Y así suena, su compa Luis R Conriquez
Y puro Cartel Music)

De repente agarramos el party
No falta la bolsa devalada
Si alguien se pasa, me pongo bélico, no soy ningún pendejo
Yo no me ando con mamadas

En la Azteca coordinando el área
El H, el azul están de guardia
El 40 siempre ha estado en uno
Un saludo a mis compadres, ya listos pa' la batalla

No me gusta que anden charoleando
Pa' esos que dicen que andan conmigo
Vale más que agarren su camino
Yo traigo a mis equipos, no la jueguen al muy vivo

Bien vestido es como le gusta andar
Ropa de marca, nunca ando casual
Bien placoso miran al muchacho
En carros deportivos ya lo han visto ruletear

Venimos de abajo, no voy a negar
Con coraje y ganas, no me eché pa' 'tras
Nunca abandonado a mi raza
No saben las cosas que yo tuve que pasar

Y aquí andaremos en la pelea
El 50 de Tijuana
Ya los manda saludar

The 50

Many, on hearing the ballad
Will know of the man of whom I tell
There across the aunt and in the country
One already hears the gossip, he is one of the most sought-after

He always carries his faithful young men
The experienced lads
They move about all over Tijuana
They are pure who are driven, they almost make a pact with the devil

You will always see me escorted
They look at me from top to bottom
There in Cancun and there in Vallarta
Enjoying the good life with beautiful women

He carries an MP-5, grenades too
The handguns and rifles to defend himself
We are those who fought in the ring for many years in the fire
Many already know about him

I will always remember the rooster
Also the rude one because they were legend
As a code we carry the 50 and making more dollar bills
More goals have to be scored

(And this one goes out, to Tijuana
And pure Warlike Ballads
And this is how it sounds, your friend Luis R Conriquez
And pure Cartel Music)

Suddenly we throw a party
The sack of drugs is never missing
If someone crosses me, I become warlike, I am no fool
I don't mess around

In La Azteca coordinating the area
The H, the blue ones are on guard
The 40 has always been at one with us
A greeting to my friends, ready for the battle

I don't like people going around showing off their badges
For those who say they are with me
It's best they get out of my way
I bring my teams, don't play smart with me

Well-dressed is how he likes to be
Designer clothes, I never dress casually
They look at the flashy young man
They have seen him cruising around in sports cars

We come from the bottom, I won't deny it
With courage and determination, I didn't back down
I have never abandoned my people
You don't know the things I have had to go through

And here we will continue in the fight
The 50 of Tijuana
Sends you his greetings