Текст и перевод песни El Fother - 1000 Kilos

1000 Kilos

(-Pero Fother Mi Hermano cuanto tiempo
Tenia mucho que no te veia.
-Na papa tu no sabe tranquilo aqui que me dieron la libertad condicional
Yo tava preso tu sabe que no comportamo jevi no dien la libertad ya.
-Ya mi hermano tu sabe en libertad loco tiene que cuidate ma nigga
Pila de rata en la calle hay pila de ratone tu sabe
Tiguere que te quieren mete al medio
-No tu sabe que yo ando por la linea tu sabe como eh que yo brego papa
-Ya manin pa' lante a bucano eso.)

Verso I:
-De nuevo en la avenidad devuelta a la jugada
Voy activa lo moyeto que ello no saben nada
Sali por la condicional pero yo no le paro
Tu va ve como ahora de nuevo en 30 yo me paro
Vua coje pal de gramo fiao pa' hace mi capital
Pero bajo perfil loco que no quiero sonar
Empaqueto donde raul que el tipo eh de confianza
Tengo el peso en la mano no necesito balanza
Tengo bolsas de a 100 de a 2 y medio y de a numero
Blanco escama del locky pa' motiva los cotomos
El punto se ha prendio el material se ha vendio
Si no hay cuarto muevanlo que yo no fio
Papa eh que eh un lio
Lo que toy bucandome eh pa' pagalo
El capital ta' muy bajito tengo que aumentalo
Porque no aparece un Billding pa' poneme vakano
Pa' mete mano como aquella vez yo y CIRUJANO.

(Coño pero no me ta dando eto' porque to' lo cuarto son pa' pagalo
Y y yo lo que me toy ganando son 1000 peso loco yo vua ta trabajando pa' pa'
-Aló
-KLok Compay!
-Dame Lu?
-Oyeme a mi.
-KLok?
-Me dieron un santico poray de 1000 kilito que vienen de colombia.
-Aja? mierda loco y yo que toy roticimo papa.
-Dame la lu donde eh que ta, vamo a juntano pa que hagamo eso
Pa' bucano eso pal de peso.

Verso II:
Me llaman de colombia que poray viene una merca
Eso no eh mio pero voy a ver si le caigo cerca
Eso eh una vuelta que me ta tocando la puerta
Tu sabe que uno no ronca y to' el tiempo ta' alerta
Me dieron Lu de por donde eh que viene eso
Lo vua e'pera encapucha'o sentao en el expreso
Le vua quita to' de una manera ciniestra
Y miron que te en el area tambien se secuetra
You bajate del camion eh la direccion
Si hace un movimiento raro te vua reventa el melon
Zeta amarralo y montalo hay atra en el furgon
No podemo da lu vamo a clava eto' aya en Maimon
Tambien las armas los chaleco que hay mucho chivato
Nosotro andamo moca pero ello tan' hata' en lo plato
Tira ese tipo por aqui, dejalo amarrao
Y quitale lo cuarto pa' que se tenga que ir a pie obligao.

(Loco ven dale dale muevete loco halo rapido tu sabe tira ese tipo compay klok tu ta eperando.
1234 mielda loco pero si yo empiezo a conta me vua fundi
Loco aqui hay un tro de vaina eh papa
Tenemo gripe esa vaina ta' aqui no eh cotorra.
Yo vua ve ave klok ahora a ve si uno no eh el Jerarca
Nosotro somo lo que vamo a corre eto ahora
Aqui to' el mundo va tene' que trabaja pa' uno klok)

Verso III:
Hay pal de bloque trabajando pa' mi me toy' bucando
Lo aparato llegando lo voy diparando
Nunca roncando ando con la AK
La 9 con el peina eh 30 el que se tira la maca
A mi corita le asigne un carro sin placa
Tengo la paca y te desapareco si habla caca
Cero paquete cero rose con gente no toy' eso
Soy un perro sabueso y mi objetivo eh mi peso
Tengo uno contacto que me tienen de risita
Me traen eso orita ello vienen de visita
Tengo una lista de to' lo tiguere que me deben
Y la tengo lita por si a liquidase ello se atraben
Yo no ando de día yo salgo de noche
Y te puedo frenar en diferente coche
Tengo un pana italiano con lo spagetti milano
Si siliano el trato lo hicimo con la mano
Un contrabando de arma con un colega haitiano
Pero le baje algo me tava calentado.

(Si papa por que tu sabe que to' esa vuelta junta eh un bobo
Pero chillindrina porque tenemo la paca ahora
Nosotro lo que andamo bajo perfil manito
Y esa gente que se cuiden que tan mariao olvidese de eso
Si frenan le damo pila eh pepa, claro papa pero ven aca klok tu cree)

Verso IV:
Eh vendio pal de piesa manin yo toy' ligao
Tengo el cerebro fundio de tanto que eh contao
Bacilando por to' lo lao' to el tiempo laquiao
Y el que me hace una sombra rara lo dejo tirao
Y ete tipo que lo tanto que me ta mirando
Y ete numero ahora quien eh que me ta llamando
-Si quien me habla?
-Hijo eh puta y mi merca?
-De que merca?
-Ven vamo a reunino que toy cerca
-De que eh que ute me ta hablando papa klok ute quiere?
-Cuando me tire eta' noche si no tengo lo mio ute se muere
-El que se va a mori ere tu si intenta tirate ven y frena pa' que te coma ete chocolate.

(Un Juidero Raro...)

1000 Kilos

(-Hey Fother, my brother, long time no see.
I haven't seen you in ages.
-Nah man, you know, just chilling here, they gave me parole.
I was locked up, you know I wasn't behaving, they gave me freedom now.
-Yeah my brother, you know, freedom, man, you gotta be careful, man
Lots of rats on the street, lots of snitches, you know.
Guys who wanna mess with you.
-No, you know I walk the line, you know how I do it, man.
-Alright man, go ahead and get that money.)

Verse I:
-Back on the avenue, back in the game
I'm active, moving things, they don't know anything
Got out on parole, but I ain't stopping
You'll see how I'm back at it in 30 days
Gonna get a couple grams on credit to make my capital
But low profile, man, I don't wanna get noticed
Packing at Raul's place, that guy's trustworthy
Got the weight in my hand, don't need a scale
Got bags of 100, 2.5, and single grams
White flakes of that good stuff to motivate the homies
The point is hot, the stuff is selling
If you ain't got cash, move it, I don't give credit
Man, it's a mess
What I'm getting is to pay it off
The capital is low, gotta increase it
'Cause there ain't no building showing up to make me rich
To get my hands dirty like that time with CIRUJANO.

(Damn, this ain't working out, 'cause all the money is to pay it off
And and all I'm making is 1000 pesos, man, I'm practically working for
-Hello
-KLok, buddy!
-Give me the location?
-Listen to me.
-KLok?
-They gave me a little something, like 1000 kilos coming from Colombia.
-Really? Damn man, and I'm broke as hell, man.
-Give me the location, let's meet up and do this
To get some serious cash.

Verse II:
They're calling me from Colombia, some goods are coming
It ain't mine, but I'm gonna see if I can get close
It's an opportunity knocking on my door
You know I don't snooze, always on alert
They gave me the location of where it's coming from
Gonna wait for it hooded up, sitting on the expressway
Gonna take it all in a sinister way
And any lookout in the area gets snatched too
Yo, get off the truck, this is the address
If you make a wrong move, I'll blow your brains out
Zeta, tie him up and throw him in the back of the van
We can't give away the location, let's bury this in Maimon
Also the weapons, the vests, there are too many snitches
We're lowkey, but they're even in our plates
Throw that guy over here, leave him tied up
And take his money so he has to walk away.

(Man, come on, hurry up, move it, man, come on, quickly, you know, throw that guy, buddy, what are you waiting for.
1234 damn, man, if I start counting, I'll lose it
Man, there's a bunch of stuff here, man
We got the good stuff, it's right here, no joke.
I'll see, man, see if I ain't the boss now
We're the ones who are gonna run this now
Everyone here will have to work for us, man)

Verse III:
There are a bunch of blocks working for me, I'm getting mine
The devices are arriving, I'm sending them out
Never sleeping, walking with the AK
The 9 with the 30-round mag, for anyone who tries anything
I assigned a car without plates to my girl
I got the cash and I'll make you disappear if you talk crap
No small deals, no messing with people, I'm not about that
I'm a bloodhound and my target is my money
I got a contact that has me grinning
They're bringing it right now, they're coming to visit
I got a list of all the guys who owe me
And I got it ready in case they try to avoid paying
I don't walk in the day, I go out at night
And I can pull up in different cars
I got an Italian friend with the spaghetti Milano
Yeah, Sicilian, we sealed the deal with a handshake
A weapons smuggling deal with a Haitian colleague
But I lowered the price a bit, I was getting heated.

(Yeah man, 'cause you know all that stuff together is a mess
But chill, 'cause we got the cash now
We're just keeping a low profile, man
And those people better watch out, they're screwed, forget about it
If they stop, we'll give them a bunch of bullets, of course, man, but come on, you think)

Verse IV:
I've sold a bunch of pieces, man, I'm connected
My brain is fried from all the counting
Cruising around everywhere, always strapped
And anyone who throws shade at me, I leave them lying there
And this guy who's been staring at me for so long
And this number, who's calling me now
-Yeah, who's this?
-Son of a bitch, where's my stuff?
-What stuff?
-Come on, let's meet up, I'm close by
-What are you talking about, man, what do you want?
-When I show up tonight, if I don't have what's mine, you're dead
-The one who's gonna die is you if you try something, come and stop by so you can taste this chocolate.

(A Strange Mess...)