Paroles et traduction Contraste Sierreño feat. La Edición de Culiacán - El George

El George

Ya les había dicho,
No me llevarían vivo
El suelo de la cárcel otra vez yo no piso,
Me voy muy tranquilo
Porque viví a mi estilo,
Viví casi 80 en apenas 35,
Allá en california
Como George me conocían
Pero por mis venas
Corría sangre cachanilla,
Forjare un cigarro pa' poderme relajar
Por que de este viaje
Ya no voy a regresar.

Trabaje derecho
Y con mucho esfuerzo,
Apenas me alcanzaba
Para pagarme el techo,
Me gusto lo bueno
Y me metí a lo chueco
Me cambio la suerte
Y devolada hice dinero,
Tuve las agallas
Que requiere este trabajo
Y me fui metiendo
Multiplicando contactos,
Desde Culiacán hasta los Ángeles jale
Y por Mexicali
Me tiraba yo a perder.

Me tuvieron preso
Aunque poco tiempo,
Pero tras la rejas
El reloj camina lento,
Cumplí mi sentencia
Y bajo advertencia
Me dejaron libre
Y me jale para mi tierra,
Se enfriaron las cosas
Y regrese a las andadas
Siempre precavido
Con la escuadra bien fajada,
Yo no iba a volver
A ver las rejas del penal
Y para agarrarme
Me tendrían que matar.

Viví como quise,
Siempre hice y deshice,
Me gusto el relajo
Me gustaba divertirme,
Buenas enfiestadas
Con los cámaras
Y para encerronas
Me llevaba a varias damas,
Con un cigarrito pa' poderme relajar
Y unas Buchananita's
Que no podían faltar,
Que toque la banda que me quiero emborrachar
Que toque Contraste
Y Edición de Culiacán.

Pero me buscaban
Y ya mero daban
Esos federales
Que me traían tantas ganas
Pusieron un 4 y como a las 4,
Rodearon el 20 más de 30 narcos,
En cuanto los vi
Los recibí a punta de balas,
Ya no había remedio
Esa no alcance a librarla,
De aquí me retiro
Ya me voy pa' allá pa'
Con un cigarrito pa' pa forjar las despedida.

The George

I told you,
They would not take me alive,
I won't step on jail floor again,
I leave in peace,
Because I lived my way,
I lived almost 80 in just 35,
In California
They knew me as George
But in my veins
Runs Cachanilla blood,
I'll forge a cigar to relax
Because on this trip,
I'm not coming back.

I worked straight
And with great effort,
I could barely afford
To pay my rent,
I liked good things
And I went crooked
My fortunes changed
And I made money fast,
I had the guts
That this job requires
And I started getting in,
Multiplying contacts,
From Culiacan to Los Angeles I worked
And in Mexicali,
I would go to waste.

I was imprisoned,
Although for a short time,
But behind bars
The clock crawls slowly,
I completed my sentence
And under warning,
They set me free
And I went back to my land,
Things had cooled down,
And I got back to my old ways,
Always cautious,
With the gun in its holster,
I was not going to go back
To see the prison bars.
And to catch me
They would have to kill me.

I lived as I wished,
I always did and undid,
I liked to party
I liked to have fun,
Good parties
With friends,
And for my night outs,
I would take several ladies,
With a cigarette to relax
And some Buchananita's
That could not miss,
Let the band play, I want to get drunk
Let Contraste play
And La Edición de Culiacan.

But they were looking for me
And they were about to give up.
Those federales
Who so much wanted me,
They placed a 4 and around 4,
They surrounded house 20 with more than 30 narcos,
As soon as I saw them,
I received them with bullets,
There was no turning back
I couldn't escape that one,
I'm leaving here,
I'm leaving for the other side,
With a cigarette to forge the farewell.