Paroles et traduction Santa Grifa feat. Under Side 821 - Mas Pa Alla Que Pa Aca

Mas Pa Alla Que Pa Aca

Y yo voy más pa' allá que pa' acá
Y tú no me la vas a contar
Y usted nomás habla por hablar

Es La Santa Grifa con la pinche Under Side

Y yo voy más pa' allá que pa' acá
Y tú no me la vas a contar
Y usted nomás habla por hablar
Es La Santa Grifa con la pinche Under Side

Chingue su madre la vida, mira pendejito te vengo a avisar
Acá en Tamaulipas con La Santa Grifa, Buchanan's y guamas, y un pinche pascual
Vámonos Ricky, Cerro de la Silla, llegando a la playa allá en Miramar
Me siento en mi casa con mucha loquera, tirando patadas como Jackie Chan

Bien criminal, siempre camino con puro animal
Dicen que diosito los hace y el diablo los junta nomás pa' loquear
¿Tú qué me vas a contar?
Bola de mensos, yo escupo veneno pasado de verga de la Under Side 8-2-1, carnal, ya te la sa

La pura pinche verdura del caldo, prendemos el carbón, prendemos el carro
Me dicen: "¿qué onda pinche marihuano?", "¿cómo has estado?; Y les digo: "malo"
Últimamente me porto mal, fumo, fumo y palos de más
Me drogo de más, hablo de más

Me vale madres si me voy por ahí o si me ahogo en la playa
O si me encierra la placa, por andar de Juan Querendón
De seguro mis compas me sacan, y no pido más, ya sé que estoy más para acá que pa' allá
Pero le insisto, somos lo peorcito, que ha creado diosito

Más correteado que todas las putas de todos mis pinche enemigos
Siempre le brinco, le callo el hocico, ando con la gente de Tampico
Se Juntaron los grifos y los paniqueados, chingue su madre
Bien pascualeado, me vale verga tu pinche vida, por mi que se muera toda tu familia

Le gente se mete, donde no debe, derramas o bebes
Muchos ni entienden, por culpa de muchos pendejos, penales tan llenos por tronarles cuetes
Mucha gente mitotera, chismosa a tu vida se aferra
Luego andan llorando porque se los lleva la verga

Y yo voy más pa' allá que pa' acá
Y tú no me la vas a contar
Y usted nomás habla por hablar
Es La Santa Grifa con la pinche Under Side

Y yo voy más pa' allá que pa' acá
Y tú no me la vas a contar
Y usted nomás habla por hablar
Es La Santa Grifa con la pinche Under Side

Sigo siendo el mismo loco del barrio, la muerte no tiene horario, ya somos varios, loco, aprende
El Flavio, no me la doy de sabio, pero yo aprendo, no quiero ir de prisa y terminé corriendo
Entiendo

Tranquila, mija, no creo durarte mucho, en cualquier lado me descargan un cartucho
Porque consejos no escucho, pero pues, si la libro le lucho, machete machín, o chingue su madre, con el serrucho
Ya tengo un pie en el otro lado, en cualquier rato me les paso de chisquiado
Pero mientras aquí andamos, Tamaulipas y Nuevo León conectados

A estas alturas de mi vida, ya no tiro a noquear, yo le tiro a matar
Agárrense un lugar que esto apenas va a empezar, le tiramos al azar
Cuando tú empiezas yo ya voy a terminar

Ese, ese, estilo que traigo de psycho, de loco de wayno
Cantando, caminando y meando para no hacer charco, paseando en tierra del narco
Desde Nuevo León hasta Tamaulipas, ando rifando con La Santa Grifa

Prende la pipa, dala pa' arriba, con la Under Side se castiga
Ya te la sabes, pura buena vida
Ya te la sabes, pura buena vida

Quieren juzgarme, pinche chavales, tirando mierda en redes sociales, me vale madres, con demostrarles
Se nota como el culo les arde
Vivo con madres, siempre en la calle
Así conocí a estos carnales

Humo de porro, linea de base, no se me raje y cante compadre
Whisky y cheves pa' que se eleve
Como los peces que beben y beben, poniendo ambiente ya se la saben
Santa grifa y la Under Side es la clave

Jotos, pa' que se les clave

Y yo voy más pa' allá que pa' acá
Y tú no me la vas a contar
Y usted nomás habla por hablar
Es La Santa Grifa con la pinche Under Side

More Over There Than Over Here

And I'm going more over there than over here
And you're not going to tell me about it
And you just talk for the sake of talking

It's La Santa Grifa with the fucking Under Side

And I'm going more over there than over here
And you're not going to tell me about it
And you just talk for the sake of talking
It's La Santa Grifa with the fucking Under Side

Fuck life, look little shit, I'm here to tell you
Here in Tamaulipas with La Santa Grifa, Buchanan's and beers, and a fucking good time
Let's go Ricky, Cerro de la Silla, arriving at the beach over there in Miramar
I feel at home with a lot of craziness, kicking like Jackie Chan

Very criminal, I always walk with pure animal
They say that God makes them and the devil brings them together just to mess around
What are you going to tell me?
Bunch of fools, I spit venom passed from the dick of Under Side 8-2-1, buddy, you already know

The pure fucking greens of the stew, we light the charcoal, we start the car
They say to me: "What's up, you fucking pothead?", "How have you been?"; And I tell them: "Bad"
Lately I've been behaving badly, I smoke, I smoke, and hit more
I do too many drugs, I talk too much

I don't give a damn if I go over there or if I drown on the beach
Or if the cops lock me up, for walking around like Juan Querendón
Surely my buddies will get me out, and I don't ask for more, I already know that I'm more for over here than over there
But I insist, we are the worst that God has created

More chased than all the whores of all my fucking enemies
I always jump on him, shut his mouth, I hang out with the people of Tampico
The grifos and the panicked got together, fuck their mother
Having a good time, I don't give a fuck about your fucking life, I hope your whole family dies

People get involved, where they shouldn't, you spill or you drink
Many don't understand, because of many stupid motherfuckers, jails so full for shooting guns
Many gossipy people, nosy, clinging to your life
Then they go around crying because they get fucked

And I'm going more over there than over here
And you're not going to tell me about it
And you just talk for the sake of talking
It's La Santa Grifa with the fucking Under Side

And I'm going more over there than over here
And you're not going to tell me about it
And you just talk for the sake of talking
It's La Santa Grifa with the fucking Under Side

I'm still the same crazy guy from the neighborhood, death has no schedule, there's already a lot of us, crazy, learn
Flavio, I don't pretend to be wise, but I learn, I don't want to rush and end up running
I understand

Relax, my girl, I don't think I'll last long, anywhere they unload a bullet on me
Because I don't listen to advice, but well, if I get out of it, I'll fight it, machete, or fuck it, with the saw
I already have one foot on the other side, any minute now I'll sneak past them
But while we're here, Tamaulipas and Nuevo León are connected

At this point in my life, I don't shoot to knock out, I shoot to kill
Grab a seat because this is just getting started, we shoot at random
When you start, I'm already going to finish

That, that style I bring of psycho, of crazy, of wayno
Singing, walking and pissing so as not to make a puddle, strolling through narco land
From Nuevo León to Tamaulipas, I'm taking risks with La Santa Grifa

Light the pipe, give it up, with the Under Side it's punishment
You already know, pure good life
You already know, pure good life

They want to judge me, fucking kids, throwing shit on social media, I don't give a damn, I'll show them
You can see how their asses are burning
I live with my mother, always on the street
That's how I met these buddies

Weed smoke, baseline, don't cut me off and sing, buddy
Whiskey and beers to get high
Like fish that drink and drink, setting the mood, you already know
Santa Grifa and the Under Side is the key

Faggots, so that they get it

And I'm going more over there than over here
And you're not going to tell me about it
And you just talk for the sake of talking
It's La Santa Grifa with the fucking Under Side