Paroles et traduction Atomo - El Diablo De Culiacan

El Diablo De Culiacan

No se ni como explicarlo lo que les voy a contar
En la puerta de mi casa se apareció Satanás
Me dijo estas rodeado ahora te van a matar

Yo estaba pensando cocas kilos que había
Empaquetado encendieron las sirenas dijeron estas
Rodeado sal con las manos en alto si no
Seras valaceado

Al momento de advertirme que me querían agarrar
Me dijo te tengo un trato se que eres de Culiacan
Te entregare vida eterna pero tienes que firmar, el
Andaba bien vestido de avestruz eran sus botas 2
Pistolas en el cinto & las cachas eran rojas con
Diamantes vestía el diablo de Culiacan Sinaloa

Se que me van a agarrar & no quisiera morirme me
Dijo firma la hoja ahorita yo te are libre encerrogio sus
Pistolas contra de ellos se fue de firme, como era cosa
Increíble me tuve que persignar acabo con los
Agentes en la frente les fue a dar, dio vuelta & volvio
Conmigo & le tuve que firmar

Ahora soy hombre muy rico & tengo 300 años, soy
Un hombre de la mafia & trafico en varios lados la coca
Que yo les vendo pura me la manda el diablo, ya con esta
Me despido & me voy a festejar voy pa' mi rancho
Querido yo le digo Culiacan donde vive el mero diablo
El infierno es Culiacan .

El Diablo De Culiacan

I don't even know how to explain what I'm going to tell you, girl.
The devil himself showed up at my doorstep.
He told me, "You're surrounded, they're gonna kill you now."

I was thinking about the coke and the kilos I had.
They turned on the sirens and started yelling,
“You're surrounded, come out with your hands up or you'll
be shot.”

The moment he warned me that they were after me,
He said, "I have a deal for you, I know you're from Culiacan.
I'll give you eternal life, but you have to sign this.”
He was dressed to the nines, ostrich skin boots,
Two pistols on his belt with diamond-encrusted grips.
The devil of Culiacan, Sinaloa, in the flesh.

I know they're gonna get me, I don't want to die.”
“Sign the paper now and I'll set you free,” he said.
He locked his pistols on them and fired, sure as hell.
It was like something out of a dream, I had to cross myself.
He took out the agents one by one, hitting them in the forehead.
He turned around and came back to me, and I had to sign.

Now I'm a very rich man, and I'm 300 years old.
I'm a man of the mafia, and I traffic coke in various places.
The coke I sell you, it all comes from the devil.
With this, I bid you farewell, and I'm going to celebrate.
I'm off to my beloved Culiacan, where the devil himself lives.
Culiacan is hell.