Paroles et traduction Kodigo 36 - Con C de Calle

Con C de Calle

Estas asustado, te sientes acorralado
Puro pelón del tramo tumbado
Con el coco rapado siempre intoxicado
Estas asustado con puros pelones del tramo tumbado
En corto tomo el micrófono pa bajarle a su tono
Pa esos pinches puñetas que le corren cuando me asomo
Cómo, tu pinche bola no se fleta
Haberse metido en mi barrio tu pinche clika lo lamenta
Y no es para menos pues le llovieron los plomazos
Nos montan a la ley porque no aguantan los vergazos
No hay pedo, ni esos putos nos ponen freno
Aquí la banda de la Howse tirando su veneno
Bueno, querías bronca ya se hizo el guiso
Los topamos en la calle y los pataleamos en el piso
Y que, si saben que no dan la talla
Se la dan de bien vergas y con una mirada se callan
Fallan cuando nos quieren reventar
En corto les sale cola y otra vez ahí van pa atrás
Que mas, resulta que ya quieren paz
Después de unos vergazos me voy a fumarme un blas
Con todos esos locos que los hicieron correr
Ya saben pinches chavales que nunca van a poder
Ando con mi bandera la bailamos donde sea
Si creen que ya nos dan guerra pues en corto que se vea
Somos puros malandros y del barrio no nos fuimos
Aquí y en todos lados nos conocen por macizos
Ya sabes quiénes somos trucha si ustedes nos ven
Ahí les dejo al Went y el Chicho putos sobres ahí se ven
Pum pum pum, suenan los plomazos
Corranle pinches culos ya llegaron estos vatos
Los bélicos, el Kodigo haciendo un buen conecté
El Chicho, Lalo y Went un pinche trío de dementes
La moderna y la Carranza conectando a los chidos
Puros pinches locotes, puros pinches prendidos
Sobres, tiren cagada en la pista
Que somos pandilleros, raperos y no artistas
No te confundas, que estamos bien dementes
No te metas en mi barrio mejor no te nos enfrentes
Andeles ya llegó la escopeta
Ustedes son los patos, les daré en la cabeza
Reza, que vengo bien marihuano
Después de haber grabado todo está solucionado
No sé si entiendas que esto me tranquiliza
Grabaré en la Howse ahí mi cuerpo aterriza
Del avión, de esa Mery Jane
Tu quieres quemarte pues ándale ten
Ha ha, me la empiezo a curar
Después de haber quemado las patas del Satanás
Me convierto en uno de sus demonios
Voy a panchar a toda la bolita de ñoños
Para aventarme una pinche loquera
Con hierba, con cheve y hasta una pinche piedra
Es todo lo que les quiero comentar
Pa que sepas de nuestras vidas y te pongan a rezar
Carranza y moderna la rifan
Kodigo tres seis la ci-fra
Moviéndome al ritmo del hip hap
No te metas con mi cli-ka
Pinche puto que criti-cas
A la verga esos putos te qui-tan
Métete al barrio y te pi-can
Tus hombres aquí son mari-cas
Tu ídolo es mi fan
Viene y me imi-ta
Me ve en la tarima y se exi-ta
Pinches sabandi-jas
Se quieren hacer los malos
Pinche bola de morros caga palos
Fíjate bien donde estamos
Con chicho y lalo me subo al escenario y gritan
Con verso y moderna destacan Carranza Kodigo tres seis la placa
Mis compás con armas atacan al fonk y tú rap pinche puñeton madafaka
Se escucha la traka
Es el sonido del hipiti hop que te opaca
Pinches urracas
Se la pasan hablando de nosotros a las espaldas
Ya ves que no son mentiras
Cuando te digo que tomes medidas
Acá con mi banda ya sabes quién manda
Si te pones necio llega y se te aplaca
Órale pinche perro
Se te aparece la pinche calaca
Cuando te sacamos el fierro
Te tiemblan las pinches patas flacas
Sonando de aquí hasta cali-fas
Viva México viva
Respeto pa mi carnal de arri-ba
Fumando canavis sati-va
Se me seca la pinche sali-va
Mis carnales moviendo la chi-pa
Respeto pa Juana y Marí-a
Fumando y caminando en las ví-as
Estas asustado te sientes acorralado
Puro pelón del tramo tumbado
Con el coco rapado siempre intoxicado
Estas asustado con puros pelones del tramo tumbado
Está asustado te sientes acorralado
Puro pelón del tramo tumbado
Con el coco rapado siempre intoxicado
Estas asustado con puros pelones del tramo tumbado

With C for Street

You're scared, you feel cornered
Pure bald head from the lying stretch
With the shaved coconut always intoxicated
You're scared with pure bald heads from the lying stretch
In short, I take the microphone to lower their tone
For those punk bitches who run when I show up
What, your fucking ball doesn't flex
You should have stayed out of my hood, your fucking clique regrets it
And it's no wonder because they rained bullets on them
They set the law on us because they can't stand the beatings
No problem, not even those motherfuckers put a stop to us
Here, the Howse gang dropping their poison
Well, you wanted a fight, the stew is made
We meet them in the street and we kick them on the floor
So what, if they know they don't measure up
They act like they're tough and with one look they shut up
They fail when they try to fuck with us
In short, their tails come out and again they go back
What else, it turns out they already want peace
After some beatings I'm going to smoke a blunt
With all those crazy people who made them run
You know, you fucking kids, you'll never be able to
I walk with my flag, we dance it anywhere
If they think they're already at war with us, then let's see it
We are pure thugs and we didn't leave the hood
Here and everywhere we are known as tough guys
You know who we are, trout, if you see us
There I leave you with Went and Chicho, you motherfuckers look out there
Boom boom boom, the bullets sound
Run you fucking assholes, these dudes have arrived
The warlike ones, the Kodigo making a good connection
Chicho, Lalo and Went, a fucking trio of demented
The modern and the Carranza connecting to the cool ones
Pure fucking crazies, pure fucking lit
Heads up, drop a load on the track
We are gangsters, rappers and not artists
Don't get it twisted, we are really crazy
Don't get into my neighborhood, you better not mess with us
Come on, the shotgun has arrived
You are the ducks, I will give it to you in the head
Pray, that I come very stoned
After recording, everything is solved
I don't know if you understand that this calms me down
I will record in the Howse, there my body lands
From the plane, from that Mery Jane
You want to get burned, then come on, here you go
Ha ha, I'm starting to cure myself
After burning the devil's feet
I become one of his demons
I'm going to bust the whole ball of nerds
To throw myself a fucking crazy
With weed, with beer and even a fucking rock
It's all I want to tell you
So that you know about our lives and they put you to pray
Carranza and modern rock it
Code three six the ci-pher
Moving to the rhythm of hip hop
Don't mess with my cli-que
Fucking punk who critici-zes
To hell with those motherfuckers they take you
Get into the hood and they prick you
Your men here are fa-gs
Your idol is my fan
He comes and imi-tates me
He sees me on stage and gets exci-ted
Fucking scoun-drels
They want to be the bad guys
Fucking bunch of darkies shit sticks
Look closely where we are
With chicho and lalo I get on stage and they shout
With verse and modern they stand out Carranza Code three six the badge
My buddies with weapons attack the funk and you rap fucking weakling motherfucker
You can hear the traka
It's the sound of hipiti hop that overshadows you
Fucking magpies
They spend their time talking about us behind our backs
You see it's not lies
When I tell you to take action
Here with my gang you know who's boss
If you get stubborn, it comes and shuts you up
Hey, you fucking dog
The fucking reaper appears to you
When we pull the iron on you
Your fucking skinny legs tremble
Sounding from here to cali-fas
Long live Mexico Long live
Respect for my brother from abo-ve
Smoking canavis sati-va
My fucking saliva dries up
My homies moving the chi-pa
Respect for Juana and Marí-a
Smoking and walking on the tra-cks
You're scared you feel cornered
Pure bald head from the lying stretch
With the shaved coconut always intoxicated
You're scared with pure bald heads from the lying stretch
You're scared you feel cornered
Pure bald head from the lying stretch
With the shaved coconut always intoxicated
You're scared with pure bald heads from the lying stretch