Текст и перевод песни Cartel de Santa - Culón Culito

Culón Culito

Culón, culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
En el micro porque eres copión
En el beat porque te falta flow
En la vida por ser un mamón
En la calle porque eres
Culón, culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
¿Qué hubo, qué pasó?
No que muy felón
No que muy matón
Como un Al Capone
Eres un bocón
Corre, correlón
Si mira al pelón
Se le va el valor
Y diga que no
Si es bien panochón
Pa′ matar la verga
Pero de un sentón
Pónteme mamón
Pa' que veas quien soy
Yo te mato el gallo
A donde voy
Dejándolo en ridículo
Le faltaron testículos
En la calle no hay títulos
Ni reglas ni espectáculos
Culo, culo
La gente sabe que eres culo
Culo, culo
Directo, yo no disimulo
Compa, conmigo se la corta
A mí el que me confronta
Descubre que soy mortal
Voy sobre la contra
Vieja nalgas, prontas
Sé que no soportan
Ver que no me alcanzan
Estos no la aguantan
Pero ni poquito
De una cachetada
Se les abre el hocico
Tiran mucho pico
Pero son putitos
Saludos de la verga
Pinche bola de culitos
Culón culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
En el micro porque eres copión
En el beat porque te falta flow
En la vida por ser un mamón
En la calle porque eres
Culón, culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
¿Qué hubole, qué cua′?
No que muy acá
Que eras un sica'
Que me iba a dar cran'
Charla charlatan
No eres de verdad
Para esto del rap
Yo soy el apa′
No se diga más
Que es la realidad
Mientras yo esté vivo
Tú no suenas real
Pa′ mí eres igualmente artificial
Que un reggaetonero haciendo rap
Pa' dejarlo en ridículo
Me sobraron testículos
Pa′ mí no eres obstáculo
Te gano hasta sonámbulo
Culo, culo
Tu gente sabe que eres culo
Culo, culo
Te dicen por donde deambulo
Mierda, nomás me diste cuerda
Y pa' que me detengas
Dudo que los tengas
No sé a quién te atengas
Pero vale verga
Vengas con quien vengas
Traigas lo que tengas
No te me distraigas
Cada vez que salgas
Pa′ que no te caigas
Vendiendo las nalgas
Puede que te amargas
Puede que te alegras
Puede que te encanta
Andar mamando vergas
Culón, culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
En el micro porque eres copión
En el beat porque te falta flow
En la vida por ser un mamón
En la calle porque eres
Culón, culito
Y no, tú no
Le atoras a un topón
Pa' ver si es cierto que usted mero
Pero usted mero, no mande ni un culero
Porque pa′ pagar quien mate, yo también traigo dinero
(¿En serio? No, no soy, no soy, se me cae la cabra)

Big Ass, Little Ass

Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life because you're a pain in the ass
On the street because you're a
Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
What's up, what happened?
Weren't you a tough guy?
Weren't you a killer?
Like Al Capone
You're just a loudmouth
Run, you little runner
If you see the bald guy
You lose your courage
And don't say you don't
If you're a scaredy-cat
To kill the dick
But just sitting down
Get cocky with me
So you can see who I am
I'll kill your rooster
Wherever I go
Leaving you ridiculed
You lack testicles
On the street there are no titles
No rules, no shows
Ass, ass
People know you're an ass
Ass, ass
Direct, I don't pretend
Dude, with me you cut it out
Whoever confronts me
Discovers I'm mortal
I go against the grain
Old asses, get ready
I know you can't stand
Seeing that you can't reach me
These guys can't take it
Not even a little bit
With one slap
Their mouths open up
They talk a lot of shit
But they're little bitches
Greetings from the dick
Fucking bunch of asses
Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life because you're a pain in the ass
On the street because you're a
Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
What's up, what's the deal?
Weren't you all that?
That you were a badass
That you were gonna mess me up
Talk, talk, charlatan
You're not real
For this rap thing
I'm the dad
Say no more
That's the reality
As long as I'm alive
You don't sound real
To me you're just as artificial
As a reggaeton singer rapping
To leave you ridiculed
I have plenty of testicles
You're no obstacle to me
I'll beat you even sleepwalking
Ass, ass
Your people know you're an ass
Ass, ass
They tell you where I roam
Shit, you just gave me rope
And to stop me
I doubt you have the balls
I don't know who you're clinging to
But it doesn't matter
Whoever you come with
Whatever you bring
Don't get distracted
Every time you go out
So you don't fall
Selling your ass
Maybe you get bitter
Maybe you get happy
Maybe you love
Sucking dicks
Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life because you're a pain in the ass
On the street because you're a
Big ass, little ass
And no, you don't
Have the guts to face a real man
Let's see if it's true that you're the one
But you, the one, don't even send a single asshole
Because to pay someone to kill, I also have money
(Seriously? No, I'm not, I'm not, I'm getting scared)