Текст и перевод песни Monkey Black feat. Guariboa, Mayo & Nipo - Come To My Hood

Come To My Hood

Come to my hood

2:
Polvo el fuete menore alcohol
La yerba de la calle rocia con mucho formor
El doble filo de un revolver con peine de caracol
Dime k lo k dime k lo k

Nipo

Tu ta roto como baninter
Te voa palia pa ke afinke
Vicioso com el mayinbe
Toy hociando desde kinder
Invento como MacGyver
Toy killao coñaso kiero cuarto
Soy de zona de tecato
Atraco es el primer trabajo
Y chivatiar es un pecado oye ando con la tola
Compai no creemo en santo
En la cartera un regualdo
Moca por si tan ubicando
El crack ya se esta cocinando
El corte al kilo le estan dando
Muero en el itento si no me hago millonario
Carro cuero caurto y prenda vida de sicario
Encontran a fulanito degollao en el armario
El era rabia dike en Cristo Rey lo estan velando
Desafino por tumbame te la bebite RIP
Palomo en esta vuelta te fuiste
Amagate y nunca dite en tu caja voy a venirme
Con la merma no hay traicion
Palomo Morite

2:
Polvo el fuete menore alcohol
La yerba de la calle rocia con mucho formor
El doble filo de un revolver con peine de caracol
Dime k lo k dime k lo k

Guariboa.

El polvo la menore el desafine de la calle
Si tu no ere del barrio es mejor ke tu te calle
Esta son la norma toma pa ke la ensaye
Ke pedite un 200 y te dien aspirina bayer
Haga buche y calle no me haga entrar en detalle
Donde kiera ke te encuentre yo te voa da yogan fighter
Coja un segundo aire y cuando tire nunca falle
Ke la regla la controla el mas fuerte de la calle
A terror lo menore rabia controlando el callejon
Te dan tu pecoson te abalean sin compasion
Con un 38 de peine de caracol
Asi eh la situacion del sistema en ke yo vivo
Siempre tu ta moca mi pana siempre ta chivo
Disculpame mi socio si te sueno agresivo
Te estoy expresando lo ke a diario vivo
Eh Eto eh lo vivo.

2:
Polvo el fuete menore alcohol
La yerba de la calle rocia con mucho formor
El doble filo de un revolver con peine de caracol
Dime k lo k dime k lo k

Monkey Black

Mi mama era un cueraso ke fumaba y se daba
Mi papa era un sicario y ni sikiera se bañaba
Por eso vivo de lo truco y de lo lio
Tiguerone me tienen en para por tracendio
Si eh fumao o no eh fumao si robo si yo guelio
Si eh caido preso en el mundo tambien soy impio
Vomito lo ke siento de dolor yo toy pario
Yo vivo del rejuego no te kille pana mio
Si no te hago coro ma nunca por ke me toy bucando
Tu era de lo mio y tanbiem taba montando
Por traicionero te tan velando no eh jugando
Ke al pila de palomo por mi culpa agonisando
Al ñeñe ya no hay toalla yo me se to tu altimaña
Soy el Monkey en esta confesora el ke boca calla
Me conocen por la raya ke yo me hago en el caco
Por ke siempre andaba sucio a veces hasta daba aco
Pero ahora me kieren conocer hasta lo cuero del naco
NO TE HAGA
Hasta lo cuero del naco.

Si tu no sabe de barrio pistola o de callejon
Salgase del medio no sea lambon
Si tu no sabe de barrio pistola o de callejon
Salgase del medio no sea lambon.

Por donde yo camino tu no camina.2:
Polvo el fuete menore alcohol
La yerba de la calle rocia con mucho formor
El doble filo de un revolver con peine de caracol
Dime k lo k dime k lo k

Come To My Hood

Come to my hood, baby

2:
Powder, the whip, underage alcohol
The street weed sprinkled with lots of formor
The double edge of a revolver with a snail comb
Tell me what's up, tell me what's up

Nipo

You're broken like Baninter
I'm gonna beat you up so you get straight
Addicted like Mayinbe
I've been hustling since kindergarten
Inventing like MacGyver
I'm killao, broke, I want money
I'm from the addict zone
Robbery is the first job
And snitching is a sin, listen, I'm with the whole crew
Buddy, we don't believe in saints
In the wallet, a regular
Girl, just in case they're looking for us
The crack is already cooking
They're giving the cut by the kilo
I'll die trying if I don't become a millionaire
Car, leather, cash, and clothes, the life of a hitman
They find so-and-so slaughtered in the closet
He was angry, they say they're holding a wake for him in Cristo Rey
You messed up by trying to bring me down, you drank it, RIP
Pigeon, in this game you're gone
Be quiet and never tell, I'm coming to your coffin
With the mermaid there's no betrayal
Pigeon, die

2:
Powder, the whip, underage alcohol
The street weed sprinkled with lots of formor
The double edge of a revolver with a snail comb
Tell me what's up, tell me what's up

Guariboa.

The powder, the underage, the street's untuned
If you're not from the hood, it's better you shut up
These are the norms, take it to try it out
Ask for 200 and they give you Bayer aspirin
Gargle and shut up, don't make me go into detail
Wherever I find you, I'm gonna give you a yogan fighter
Take a second wind, and when you shoot, never miss
The strongest on the street controls the rules
Terror to the underage, rage controlling the alley
They give you your beating, they beat you without mercy
With a .38 with a snail comb
That's the situation of the system I live in
You're always high, my friend, always sharp
Excuse me, my partner, if I sound aggressive
I'm expressing what I live daily
This is what I live, baby.

2:
Powder, the whip, underage alcohol
The street weed sprinkled with lots of formor
The double edge of a revolver with a snail comb
Tell me what's up, tell me what's up

Monkey Black

My mama was a hottie who smoked and got high
My papa was a hitman and didn't even bathe
That's why I live off tricks and trouble
Tiguerones have me on their radar for being transcendent
If I've smoked or not, if I steal, if I party
If I've been to jail, I'm also impious in this world
I vomit what I feel, pain, I'm stopped
I live off gambling, don't kill me, my friend
If I don't back you up, it's never because I'm looking for you
You were one of mine and you were also playing the game
They're holding a wake for you because you were a traitor, this ain't a game
That a bunch of pigeons are agonizing because of me
For the ñeñe there's no towel, I know all your tricks
I'm the Monkey in this confessional, the one who keeps his mouth shut
They know me by the line I make in my crack
Because I was always dirty, sometimes I even gave shelter
But now they want to meet me, even the hillbilly's leather
DON'T DO IT
Even the hillbilly's leather.

If you don't know about the hood, gun, or the alley
Get out of the way, don't be a coward
If you don't know about the hood, gun, or the alley
Get out of the way, don't be a coward.

Where I walk, you don't walk. 2:
Powder, the whip, underage alcohol
The street weed sprinkled with lots of formor
The double edge of a revolver with a snail comb
Tell me what's up, tell me what's up