Lyrics and translation Vic Deal feat. Crow The Selector - Gatos Gordos

Gatos Gordos

La puerta se cerró en mi cara como cosa rara
El clima va con mi mood, por allá afuera llueven varas
La suerte me dijo que me sentara y la esperara
Me sacó una carcajada como un freestyles de Mozart La Para
What up! voy al grano sin ser cafetero
El rap es credo pero los últimos no llegarán a ser primeros
Métale esmero
Que si quiere callar bocas trove y trove compañero
Que tengo un machete liquido que ni conoce GZA
Oh moun amour tengo el glamour pa'l almorzar sin camisa
No me puedo estar quieto llevo prisa del que esnifa tiza
Pa' no sentir desparche me iría con su abuela a misa
Saco sonrisas, la vida es bonita dijo Hector
Me gustan las rimas en cuatro y voy erecto
Si su rap diseñara pixelaría un vector
No me gusta su escuela y en la mía soy el rector

Hey yo Frankie... just keep it tranqui
La sacaremos del estadio sin jugar en los yankees
Hey yo Frankie, keep it tranqui
La sacaremos del estadio sin jugar en los yankees

La realidad se deforma y se rige por mi norma
No me metan cucarachas no soy la mamá de Norman
Normal prensar que mi mente si está en forma
No se fie de cara soy hasta lo más de formal
Dicen mal mi nombre y me vinagro
Que digan Vic Deal y no Vic Deal sería un milagro
Gasté tiempo con mujeres eché abono en suelo magro
Pero luego les di skip como al pasar por TV Agro
No tengo idea de leyes
El rey del que me acuerdo está fósforos oh yes
Hay que tener mucho ego para autonombrarse reyes
Mucho más cuando a la gente del común ni le soyés
Yes, yes, junta tus manos e implora
Porque la muerte no te ponga en lista por ahora
Por cualquier pequeñez se van quejando y dando lora
Busquen la solución si no hay opción ya luego lloran

Hey yo Frankie... just keep it tranqui
La sacaremos del estadio sin jugar en los yankees
Hey yo Frankie, keep it tranqui
La sacaremos del estadio sin jugar en los yankees

Fat Cats

The door closed in my face, a strange thing
The weather matches my mood, it's raining cats and dogs outside
Luck told me to sit down and wait for her
She made me laugh out loud like a Mozart La Para freestyle
What up! I'm getting to the point without being a coffee drinker
Rap is a creed, but the last ones won't be first
Put in the effort
If you want to shut mouths, my friend, over and over
That I have a liquid machete that even GZA doesn't know
Oh, my love, I have the glamour to eat lunch without a shirt
I can't sit still, I'm in a hurry like someone who sniffs chalk
So as not to feel down, I would go to mass with your grandmother
I bring smiles, life is beautiful, Hector said
I like rhymes in fours and I go straight
If your rap were design, I would pixelate a vector
I don't like your school, and in mine, I'm the principal

Hey you Frankie... just keep it easy
We'll hit it out of the park without playing for the Yankees
Hey you Frankie, keep it easy
We'll hit it out of the park without playing for the Yankees

Reality warps and is ruled by my norm
Don't put cockroaches on me, I'm not Norman's mom
Normal to think that my mind is in shape
Don't trust my face, I'm even the most formal
They say my name wrong, and I turn sour
Let them say Vic Deal, and not Vic Deal would be a miracle
I wasted time with women, I fertilized barren soil
But then I skipped them like flipping TV channels
I have no idea about laws
The king I remember is matches, oh yes
You must have a big ego to call yourself king
Even more so when the common people don't even know you
Yes, yes, fold your hands and pray
That death doesn't put you on the list for now
For any little thing, they complain and whine
Find the solution, if there's no option, then cry later

Hey you Frankie... just keep it easy
We'll hit it out of the park without playing for the Yankees
Hey you Frankie, keep it easy
We'll hit it out of the park without playing for the Yankees