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La Caída Del Chikillo

Hubiera reaccionado
pero se amarro la super
las balas atravesaron
la fibra del mini cooper
y ya no pude
estaba barajeado
que esa noche no escapara
ni modo mis plebones
se nos fue el chiquillo mafias...
Hubiera contestado
pero no me dieron tiempo
el hubiera no existe
hoy me vuelvo un recuerdo
deveras lo siento
amarga navidad
pasara mi familia
lo siento amigo chango
la muerte me perseguia...
Un Mini Cooper naranja
circulababa en Monte Bello
dos carros lo emboscaban
no quizo pisarle al freno
y quemando el pavimento
respondio como los grandes
como le enseño Rodrigo
cuantos eran? no lo supe
no dieron chanza de nada
cayo la super del chucky
se nos fue e chiquillo mafias...
(Y asi suena la Banda Carnval
mi compa, ayayay)
Un hombre alla en San Diego
llora desde una celda
fueron tantas aventuras
que perdio la cuenta
vida recia
esos viajes en yate
y las fiestas por Tijuana
las peleas con los Chaves
y las morras no faltaban...
No sabian como llegarle
pues no era manso el potrillo
impactos de largo alcanze
le daban al objetivo
adios chikillo
un perro ladra a su dueño
se ollen llantos de sirena
se estampo con la cherokee
y una nueve lo hizo leña...
La gente de Tijuana
siempre va a recordarlo
por las plallas de Xel-Ha
por maza y por Durango
un Avendaño
el imperio de los mayos
y el mismo guero bastidas
aquel plebe atrabancado
vieran como lo querian...
El cerro del vigia
las calles de Monte Bello
el chikillo sabia
que la cosa venia en serio
ya venia el descanso eterno
y no la libre mi chango
por mas que hice el intento
perdi con esta nueve
hace nido en mi pecho
que triste veinticuatro
chikillo te extrañaremos...

The Fall Of The Chiquillo

I would have reacted
but the super was tied
the bullets went through
the fiber of the mini cooper
and then I couldn't
I was riddled
I would not escape that night
no way my homies
we lost the little mafia guy...
I wish I had answered
but I was not given time
'should have' does not exist
today I become a memory
I'm truly sorry
a bitter Christmas
my family will experience
I'm sorry my friend chango
death was after me...
An orange Mini Cooper
was driving around Monte Bello
two cars ambushed him
he did not want to hit the brake
and burning the pavement
he responded just like the greats
as Rodrigo taught him
how many were there? I didn't know
they didn't give me any chance
the super of Chucky fell
we lost the little mafia boy...
(And that's how Banda Carnval sounds
my homie, oh my oh)
A man over there in San Diego
cries from being in a cell
there were so many adventures
he lost count of them
a hard life
those yacht trips
and parties throughout Tijuana
the fights with the Chaves
and the women were always there...
They didn't know how to get close to him
because the little colt was not meek
long-range shots
hit their target
goodbye little boy
a dog barks at his owner
I hear wails from a siren
he crashed with the cherokee
and a nine made him firewood...
The people of Tijuana
will always remember him
on the beaches of Xel-Ha
by Maza and by Durango
an Avendaño
the empire of the Mayos
and the same guero bastidas
that brave little guy
you should have seen how they loved him...
The lookout hill
the streets of Monte Bello
the little guy knew
that things were turning out seriously
eternal rest was coming
and my chango did not make it
even after I tried my best
this nine lost him
a nest in my chest
what a sad Christmas Eve
little guy, we will miss you...