Текст и перевод песни Gordo Master - Fatman

Fatman

Sentao en los bancos al sol,
Cerveza en mano, un día de calor,
Ojos rojos, alergia y grandes trocolos.
Tras mis gafas negras el mundo pasa con humo alrededor,
Mis cristales se empañan con el terralón.

Polen, picores de nariz, flores de colores
Incesto descontrole, vacilones gordos ole!
Canciones pasan de fondo, sueno entre ruido de mar y gaviota
Gritando los mares, viendo mi trono en alza.
Cada día que pasa creo que voy a mas,
One love, my music es lo que esperabas,
Soñabas con el momento en que este perla se lanzara,
El asfalto en llama, es verano en mi ciudad.
Welcome to chocolate city,
Voy pateando la calle, por ahí se oye mi cd.
Bitches and me pa mis bling en la party,
Respect man, dame money, tengo planes.
Gastando suela miro y observo, me doy cuenta
Que en esta época del año hay mas puercos hijos de perra,
Nenas van con cuatro trapos pidiendo guerra,
Guapos van con su descapotable buscando tema.
La flama quema ventiladores en tienda,
Sudo en tu camiseta y en la playa una candela,
Aquí el más tonto no corre vuela,
Goodfella, en mi mano tu oro y tu cartera.
Vivo en un barrio costero de pescadores
A dos pasos de la arena húmeda y sin sabores,
Los billetes tan en medio y a los laos los clockers,
No te rebote, no pongas cara de póker, más bien de jocker.
Rompe, del sur al norte tengo mi nombre,
El Gordo no se esconde, hace que tu sala se desborde,
You know me, te lo hago acorde,
Ven y muerde cobarde no fardes rap tremen arde.

[Estribillo] (x2)
De Monday a Sunday smoking shit,
Nacido en la calle, business every day,
My music and me,
The fatman vuelve

Veo el tren de carga desde mi ventana,
Oigo los grito de las María por las mañanas,
Una furgoneta pita trae dulces y pan,
Bajo un día cálido oliendo a mar.
Fluyo gracias al Hozone,
Un beat, un hit, el rap que pone,
No more clones, original homie,
Comete el talento sácalo a borbotones.
Corleone ha vuelto, negocio mi lado más alto,
Traigo buena música aposta en piso franco.
Living Las Vegas explosivo,
Un atraco lirico directo en vivo.
Escribo con mi lápiz, mis battles, mi contrataque,
Mientras los chivatos en el parque van pidiendo carne,.
El dia a dia en el barrio es necesario pal combate,
El adversario cae, aprende a componer, jake mate.
Vivir con el mar muy cerca,
Cada uno coge lo que siembra,
No mas mierda, los pies en la tierra,
El subidón de mortadela aquí no cuela,
Mi jerga arrasa en cualquier esquina,
La puedes encontrar no cansa,
No cogerá polvo en tu disquetera,
Querrás mas, Fatman llega a tu ciudad,
Acompañado de buen hash, no lo dejes pasar.

[Estribillo] (x2)
De Monday a Sunday smoking shit,
Nacido en la calle, business every day,
My music and me,
The fatman vuelve

Fatman

Sitting on the benches in the sun,
Beer in hand, a hot day,
Red eyes, allergies, and big pupils.
Behind my black glasses the world passes with smoke around,
My lenses fog up with the hot wind.

Pollen, itchy nose, colorful flowers,
Uncontrolled incest, fat dudes having fun, ole!
Songs play in the background, I dream between the sound of the sea and the seagull,
Screaming seas, seeing my throne rise.
Every day that passes I think I'm getting better,
One love, my music is what you expected,
You dreamed of the moment when this pearl would be released,
The asphalt on fire, it's summer in my city.
Welcome to chocolate city,
I'm kicking the street, my CD is heard around.
Bitches and me for my bling at the party,
Respect man, give me money, I have plans.
Wearing down my soles I look and observe, I realize
That at this time of year there are more pig sons of bitches,
Girls go around with four rags asking for war,
Handsome guys go around in their convertibles looking for trouble.
The flame burns fans in the store,
I sweat on your shirt and a candle on the beach,
Here the dumbest one doesn't run, he flies,
Goodfella, in my hand your gold and your wallet.
I live in a coastal fishing neighborhood
Two steps from the wet and tasteless sand,
The bills right in the middle and the clockers on the sides,
Don't bounce, don't put on a poker face, more like a joker.
Break it down, from south to north I have my name,
The Fatman doesn't hide, he makes your room overflow,
You know me, I make it right for you,
Come and bite coward don't brag, tremendous rap burns.

[Chorus] (x2)
From Monday to Sunday smoking shit,
Born in the street, business every day,
My music and me,
The fatman returns

I see the freight train from my window,
I hear the cries of the Marias in the mornings,
A van beeps, it brings sweets and bread,
I go down on a warm day smelling of the sea.
I flow thanks to the Ozone,
A beat, a hit, the rap that puts on,
No more clones, original homie,
Eat the talent, bring it out in spurts.
Corleone is back, I deal my highest side,
I bring good music on purpose in a safe house.
Living Las Vegas explosive,
A lyrical robbery live.
I write with my pencil, my battles, my counterattack,
While the snitches in the park are asking for meat.
The day to day in the neighborhood is necessary for the fight,
The opponent falls, learn to compose, checkmate.
Living with the sea very close,
Everyone gets what they sow,
No more shit, feet on the ground,
The bologna high doesn't work here,
My slang sweeps every corner,
You can find it, it doesn't tire,
It won't catch dust in your disk drive,
You'll want more, Fatman is coming to your city,
Accompanied by good hash, don't let him pass.

[Chorus] (x2)
From Monday to Sunday smoking shit,
Born in the street, business every day,
My music and me,
The fatman returns