Paroles et traduction Under Side 821 - Mi Barrio 2

Mi Barrio 2

Soy un vato que le gusta andar en la calle pisteando con otros weyes que estan iguales
Desde morrillo y ahora ya de grandes nunca los dejo carnal el barrio esta en la sangre
Aqui hasta es mas chimuelo masca fierro
Las agujas no se pican
Perro no come perro

Salgo pa los fresno y todos dicen quibo
Pasan la wuama como pasan el churro
Rolame un charco por que ando en ceros
La mayoria sin jale sin dinero

Ya sabran lo que dicen en el canton
Te juntas con puro marihuano y huevon

Que no valgo verga me dijieron ayer
Les dije esta bien yo no quiero ni valer
No le pongo ni le quito ya estoy maldito
Hijito hablar de mas no te lo permito
Te invito a que traigas a tu rapero favorito
Y los dos juntos pueden chuparme el pito

Donde quiera que me paro hago clika
Ya se la saben perros el barrio rifa

Fume fume esa madre de mis calles pa tus calles
Oiga puto lo que digo le sigo de aferrado
Aqui sigo los que velan por mi los que son mis homies under site 821 hasta morir

Pisteando con los que considero mis compas muchas vivencias que tengo en mi chompa no me dejan vivir me desquicio pa reir

Son los pinches fresnos donde creci mi barrio rifa mi clika grifa ya no se quita ni que fuera gripa

Namas no caigo un rato regreso y me dicen estos vatos
Yo le pongo un vergaso y pa que se calle
Y le hablo de la verdadera calle
Caigale y aqui no asusta a nadie estos vatos son mis hermanos marihuanos
Bien pedos mis soldados manos

Monterrey us en todos los barrios

Vivo el presente por andar vien ahogado
Conozco la calle conozco su aroma
Negocios no bromas controlamos la zona
Aqui todavia es madruga

My Barrio 2

I'm a dude who likes to hang out on the streets, getting wasted with other dudes who are just like me
Since we were kids, and now that we're adults, I never leave them behind, because the neighborhood is in our blood
Here, even the toothless ones chew iron
Needles don't get shared
Dogs don't eat dogs

I go to the projects and everyone's like, "What's up?"
They pass the blunt like they pass the joint
Roll me up a fatty, because I'm broke
Most of us are unemployed and broke

You know what they say in the neighborhood
You hang out with nothing but potheads and losers

They told me I'm worthless yesterday
I told them, "That's fine, I don't want to be worth anything anyway"
I don't give a fuck, I'm already cursed
Son, I won't allow you to talk like that
I invite you to bring your favorite rapper
And together, you can both suck my dick

Wherever I go, I make a clique
You guys know it, the neighborhood rules

Smoke, smoke that shit from my streets to your streets
Listen up, asshole, I'm serious
I'm still here, and the ones who watch over me, my homies, Under Side 821 , are with me until the end

Getting wasted with those I consider my friends, so many experiences I've had in my jacket, they won't let me live, I get fucked up to laugh

It's the fucking projects where I grew up, my neighborhood rules, my clique smokes weed and they're not quitting, not even if it was the flu

I'm only gone for a little while, I come back and these dudes are like
I'll beat his ass and shut him up
And I'll tell him about the real streets
Come on, you don't scare anyone here, these dudes are my pothead brothers
Really wasted, my soldiers, hands

Monterrey us in all the neighborhoods

I live in the present because I'm always wasted
I know the streets, I know their smell
No jokes, we control the area
It's still early here