Lyrics and translation Santa RM feat. Ill Mascaras - Click Clack

Click Clack

Diles que ya vuelvo mamá
Que salí a la calle a rapear
Dicen que nos quieren matar
No me paro de preocupar, no

¿Hablas en serio? (¿Qué?)
¿Me quieren matar con eso?
Hablan de pistola y calle
De que van tras de mis huesos
Me estoy rascando los huevos mirando otra serie en Netflix
Que habla sobre una carcel llena de mujeres sexis

A mi me pela la verga mi compa y le hace como quiera
Yo ando con el Mascaras soltando flow en la azotea
Si hasta cuando trae diarrea mi culo hace mejor mierda
No me quieras enseñar de flow
Yo bateo hasta con la izquierda

Hablan de fusca y bazucas
Que se culeron a cuarenta rucas
Que tienen putas por todo el país
Y que fuman hachis del que fumaba Tupac
Que son sicarios y que matan gente
Que ya esa vida los dejo dementes
Yo solo sé que me pelan la riata
Santa y el Mascaras atentamente

Hablale a Buda y a Ra
A Jesucristo y Jehová
A Kris, dios de la guerra
A Zeus, Apolo y demás
Ve y dile a Atena que traiga unas nenas
Que esta noche hay fiesta
Fiesta pagana, dos parras pa' que amanezca

Diles que ya vuelvo mamá
Que salí a la calle a rapear
Dicen que nos quieren matar
No me paro de preocupar, no

Click clack, pum pum
Aguas nos quieren matar
Click clack, pum pum
Que nos quieren degollar
Click clack, pum pum
Ellos no paran de soñar
Click clack, pum pum
Hoy les vamos a enseñar

Me voy de la casa
Con plomo, feria y plata
Con marihuana aquí en mi bolsa
Un besito mamá
Camisetas dobladas
Mamá me llevo mis alas
Y me arranco pa' las nubes
Si escucho las balas

Bulet, bulet
Es el sonido de mi cuerno
Bulet, bulet
Eso es el cielo del infierno
Esto es pa' mi país
Y pa' los niños del maíz
Esto lo canto pa' mayestras y mayestros

Sueltame, sueltame puerco
Revoluciones culero
Madre zapatista, mi pader pistolero
Oh, sangre de Cristo, triste pa' mis enemigos
Los mato con éxito con sonrisa y estilo

Anillos de plata
Sombrero de mariachi
Guayaderas mis natas queman tripas de puro hachis
Yo San Andreas, te secuetro, soy águila
Te apuesto que pierdes contra el Mascaras

Diles que ya vuelvo mamá
Que salí a la calle a rapear
Dicen que nos quieren matar
No me paro de preocupar, no

Click clack, pum pum
Aguas nos quieren matar
Click clack, pum pum
Que nos quieren degollar
Click clack, pum pum
Ellos no paran de soñar
Click clack, pum pum
Hoy les vamos a enseñar

Diles que ya vuelvo mamá
Que salí a la calle a rapear
Dicen que nos quieren matar
No me paro de preocupar, no

(Click clack, pum pum) Cerbatanas y escopetas
(Click clack, pum pum) Rifles en mi camioneta
(Click clack, pum pum) Santa R-M neta
(Click clack, pum pum) Máscaras y el profetas

Click Clack

Tell Mom I'll be back soon,
I went out to the streets to rap.
They say they want to kill us,
I can't stop worrying, no.

Are you serious? (What?)
They want to kill me with that?
They talk about guns and streets,
That they're after my bones.
I'm scratching my balls watching another series on Netflix,
About a prison full of sexy women.

I don't give a damn, my friend, and he does it however he wants.
I'm with Mascaras dropping flow on the rooftop.
Even when I have diarrhea, my ass makes better shit.
Don't try to teach me about flow,
I bat even with my left hand.

They talk about guns and bazookas,
That they screwed forty chicks,
That they have whores all over the country,
And that they smoke the same hash Tupac used to smoke.
That they are hitmen and kill people,
That that life has already driven them crazy.
I only know they're talking shit,
Santa and Mascaras, sincerely.

Talk to Buddha and Ra,
To Jesus Christ and Jehovah,
To Kris, god of war,
To Zeus, Apollo and the others.
Go tell Athena to bring some girls,
There's a party tonight.
Pagan party, two bottles to last until dawn.

Tell Mom I'll be back soon,
I went out to the streets to rap.
They say they want to kill us,
I can't stop worrying, no.

Click clack, boom boom,
Watch out, they want to kill us.
Click clack, boom boom,
They want to slit our throats.
Click clack, boom boom,
They don't stop dreaming.
Click clack, boom boom,
Today we're going to teach them.

I'm leaving the house,
With lead, cash and silver,
With marijuana here in my bag,
A little kiss Mom.
Folded shirts,
Mom, I'm taking my wings,
And I'm taking off to the clouds,
If I hear the bullets.

Bullet, bullet,
It's the sound of my horn,
Bullet, bullet,
That's the sky of hell.
This is for my country,
And for the children of the corn,
I sing this for teachers and masters.

Let me go, let me go, pig,
Revolution asshole,
Zapatista mother, my father a gunman.
Oh, blood of Christ, sadness for my enemies,
I kill them with success, with a smile and style.

Silver rings,
Mariachi hat,
Guayaberas, my creams burn guts from pure hash.
I'm San Andreas, I kidnap you, I'm an eagle,
I bet you lose against Mascaras.

Tell Mom I'll be back soon,
I went out to the streets to rap.
They say they want to kill us,
I can't stop worrying, no.

Click clack, boom boom,
Watch out, they want to kill us.
Click clack, boom boom,
They want to slit our throats.
Click clack, boom boom,
They don't stop dreaming.
Click clack, boom boom,
Today we're going to teach them.

Tell Mom I'll be back soon,
I went out to the streets to rap.
They say they want to kill us,
I can't stop worrying, no.

(Click clack, boom boom) Blowguns and shotguns,
(Click clack, boom boom) Rifles in my truck,
(Click clack, boom boom) Santa R-M for real,
(Click clack, boom boom) Mascaras and the prophets.