Paroles et traduction Cartel De Santa feat. Bicho Ramirez - Somos Chidos (feat. Bicho Ramirez)

Somos Chidos (feat. Bicho Ramirez)

Uoh, con el Bicho Ramírez
Pa′ que no lo olvides

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro

Yo nunca empiezo la bronca pero siempre la termino
Con los chismes, no me enguilo
De las lenguas, yo no vivo
Lo que opino de su envidia para mí es pura inspiración
Cada vez que me critican, se me ocurre una canción

Un nuevo flow y otra razón
Pa' callarles el hocico
Pa′ que guachen porque el babo es el papá de los perritos
Siete discos y contando pa' los que siguen tratando
De apagarnos con un verso y un corito medio ñango

Por mí, síganle intentando
Inventando pendejadas
No sé quién será el pendejo que les cree tanta mamada
Yo me cago a carcajadas cada que los entrevistan
Porque terminan hablando del pelón y guitarrista
De los más grandes artistas del hip-hop en el país
Y aunque les arda el fundillo tienen que hablar de mí

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro

Así mero, compadres, como nosotros vivimos
Con los ojos bien rojos pero pilas pa' los tiros
Le seguimos de chidos con orgullo, puro santa
La banda más loca que cuando zumba te atrapa

Te activa o te aplaca con letra Malaca
Si cagan el palo, ni madres que se me escapan
Patadón en las patas, pa′ bajarlos de su vuelo
Lo que más nos entona es verlos llorando en el suelo

Pinches batos, pendejos nunca llegaron a reales
Y aunque tiren su rollo les controlamos las calles
Afinando detalles para subir el nivel
Los que se quedan abajo, no la supieron hacer

Activados andamos mi buen
Bicho junto con Cartel al 100
Somos la punta del tren

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro

En su perra, puta vida cantarán como cantamos
Llenarán como llenamos
Andarán por donde andamos
Pensarán como pensamos en su perra, puta vida
Porque somos de a de veras y ustedes son de a mentiras

No se hicieron en la esquina
Se hicieron en la cabina
Y acepto que me impresiona la manera en que alucinan
Que secuestran y asesinan que son peor que los sicarios
Y tienen varias pandillas de amigos imaginarios

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos fumar mota con la flota entre los cerros

Somos chidos, perro
Bien tranquilos, perro
Disfrutamos andar relax pero si le buscan, fierro

We're Cool (feat. Bicho Ramirez)

Yo, with Bicho Ramírez
So you don't forget it

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy being relaxed, but if they're looking for trouble, we bring the heat

I never start the fight, but I always finish it
With gossip, I don't get caught up
I don't live by rumors
What I think of their envy is pure inspiration for me
Every time they criticize me, I come up with a song

A new flow and another reason
To shut their mouths
So they can see why Babo is the daddy of these pups
Seven albums and counting for those who keep trying
To extinguish us with a verse and a half-assed chorus

As for me, keep trying
Making up bullshit
I don't know who the idiot is who believes so much crap
I laugh my ass off every time they interview them
Because they end up talking about the bald guy and the guitarist
Of the biggest hip-hop artists in the country
And even if it burns their asses, they have to talk about me

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy being relaxed, but if they're looking for trouble, we bring the heat

Just like this, compadres, is how we live
With red eyes but ready for the shots
We keep it cool with pride, pure Santa
The craziest band that traps you when it buzzes

It activates you or calms you down with Malaca lyrics
If they mess up, nothing escapes me
A kick in the legs to bring them down from their flight
What we enjoy the most is seeing them crying on the ground

Fucking punks, they never got real
And even if they throw their bullshit, we control the streets
Fine-tuning details to raise the level
Those who stay below, they didn't know how to do it

We're activated, my good
Bicho together with Cartel at 100%
We're the tip of the train

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy being relaxed, but if they're looking for trouble, we bring the heat

In their damn, shitty life they will sing like we sing
They will fill up like we fill up
They will walk where we walk
They will think like we think in their damn, shitty life
Because we are for real and they are fake

They weren't made on the corner
They were made in the booth
And I admit I'm impressed by the way they hallucinate
That they kidnap and murder, that they are worse than hitmen
And they have several gangs of imaginary friends

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy smoking weed with the crew among the hills

We're cool, babe
Real chill, babe
We enjoy being relaxed, but if they're looking for trouble, we bring the heat