Текст и перевод песни Monkey Black feat. Nipo, Quimico, J Alvarez, Shelow Shaq, MelyMel, Arcángel, Black Point, Mayo, Willymento, TYS, Beethoven Villaman, Sensato, Guariboa, iQ Loco, Medio, DJ Scuff, Joa El Super MC, Tori Nash, Genio El Mutante, Manuel Dh & Cosculluela - Come To My Hood 2k14 (Bonus Track)

Come To My Hood 2k14 (Bonus Track)

Cuando yo tengo 18
Me voy hacer ese
Tatuaje en el brazo.
Tu veras que voy ah'
Tener mas cualto' que
Ese tipo que viene de
Nueva York, el Capito
Ese, y voy a tener tres
Sicarios como la novela
De Pablo Escobar.
(Pero porque mi hijo?)
Que tu quieres si
Yo deque' me levanto
Lo que veo es...

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects.
Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects.

G-g-g-gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts... (gunshot)

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects, guns, smoke, coke,
Nigga what you want nigga?
Come to my hood nigga,
Come to my hood!

Polvo, el fuete, menores,
Alcohol.
Pol-polvo, el fuete, menores.
Pol-pol-pol-polvo, el fuete,
Menores, alcohol.
Polvo, polvo, polvo,
Polvo, polvo, el fuete,
Menores, alcohol,
La llerva de la calle rocia
Con mucho formol,
El doble filo y una tabla
Con peine de caracol
Dime, que lo que, dime
Que lo que?

Yo quiero que levanten las
Manos los delincuentes,
Y que esten presentes
Cuando vaya a cometer un abuso,
Yo, la fuerza bruta no la uso
Pero aqui va tener que recoger
Sus huevos to' el que lo puso,
Tengo tigueres locos
Tumbandose las narices,
Cojiendo nota con uno
Nama' con lo que uno dice.

Mientras, mi mascota
Sigue dando galletas,
Y el humo de mis pulmones
Contaminando el planeta (brrr)
El sonido de la calle a mi me llama,
Me pide y me dice que salga
Prendio' en llama, llama,
Esta noche voy que tu
Casa se allana,
Te van a encontrar en un monte
Con moscas maldita rana!

Socio dale pa' mi barrio,
Que aqui si hay pila eh' sicario,
Un chorro eh' locos sin estudios,
Millonarios, andamos acelerao'
Asi que evite comentarios, tamos' en la busqueda,
Joseando el salario, a diario
Se ven caras diferentes,
Gente importante que
No es de nuestro ambiente

Van a pagar porque
Aqui esta el producto,
La mermelada, melma,
Que los pone bruto,
Tragos pa' los difuntos,
Pa' los dueños el' punto,
Pa' los que dejaron
El cuero en este mundo,
Pa' las shortys que se
Venden por dinero,
Pa' los reales raperos
Que son del ghetto

Atencion mami,
Hechame la bendicion,
Que yo no voy a
Cambiar mis letras,
Nipo ven, pasame el blunt,
Atencion, que no soy
Marioneta maricon,
De que tu quieres
Que te hable?
Yo naci en un callejon!

Hechate pa' tra'
Que tu eres feka,
Yo no soy barato como crack,
Yo soy caro como manteca,
Respeta, que tu no conoces
Al Shelow Shaq, el que desde
El treinta de Abril tiene
Montao' a Monkey Black

Shelow facking maldito Shaq!
Yo no soy semaforo,
Yo no voy ah' cambiar,
Tu eres un ser humano
Com yo verdad?
Que fuma y bebe,
Pero a nadie le hace maldad.

En el hood no saben escribir,
Pero saben contar,
La necesidad hace un
Maestro en contabilidad,
Hecha pa' ca',
Pa' que tu aprendas
Sobre la humildad
Del que nace siendo
Marginado por la sociedad.

No es por la musica,
Mira la falta de la educacion,
Gobernantes dicen que no
Hay cuarto y viven en mansion,
Revelacion que manifiesta
Esta poblacion,
Tamos' hasto de vivir
En la maldita corrupcion.

Menores en prostitucion,
Tigueres en exihibicion,
Traficante en la farmacia
Que le llaman callejon,
Po preguntes porque
Pecadores no se tan' salvando,
Religiosos en vez de
Estar ayudando,
Andan juzgando.

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects, guns, smoke, coke,
Nigga what you want nigga?
Come to my hood nigga,
Come to my hood!

Polvo, el fuete,
Menores, alcohol,
La llerva de la calle rocia
Con mucho formol,
El doble filo y una tabla
Con peine de caracol
Dime, que lo que, dime
Que lo que?

Los medios te manipulan
Señalando sin motivo,
Resaltando de mi barrio
Siempre to' lo negativo, pana entiende lo que digo,
Que la cosa es diferente,
Aqui de cada veinte ciudadanos
Dos son delincuentes,
Que por cada veite y cinco
Gramos de venta en la esquina,
Se firman cuatro talentos
En diferentes disciplinas.

Y es que aqui somos purina,
No ando igual que tu mi pana,
Que anda siempre en sacaito'
Y con tu gripe Colombiana,
Tenemos el amor de las naciones,
Pa' cuidarnos de las opresiones,
Del sistema y la desiluciones,
Sin facilidad de estudio
Salimos profesionales,
Asi que a mi barrio
No lo señale.

Bienvenido a mi barrio y mira
Que hace tiempo que no voy,
No importa donde vaya
Nunca olvido lo que soy,
De la calle y ahora
Mira donde estoy,
Nadamos hacia la cima
Como la leyenda del Koi,
Tengo panas que han matao'
Po no dejarse matar,
Panas haciendo tiempo
Callao' en la Federal.

Come To My Hood 2k14 (Bonus Track)

When I am 18
I'm going to do that
Tattoo on the arm.
You'll see that I'm going ah'
To have more than
That guy who comes from
New York, the Capital
That one, and I'm going to have three
Hitmen as the novel
By Pablo Escobar.
(But why my son?)
That you want if
I deque' I get up
What I see is......

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects.
Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects.

G-g-g-gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts... (gunshot)

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects, guns, smoke, coke,
Nigga what you want nigga?
Come to my hood nigga,
Come to my hood!

Dust, the fute, minor,
Alcohol.
Pol-dust, the fute, minors.
Pol-pol-pol-dust, the fute,
Minors, alcohol.
Dust, dust, dust,
Dust, dust, the fote,
Minors, alcohol,
La llerva de la calle Rocia
With a lot of formalin,
The double edge and a table
With snail comb
Tell me, what what, tell me
Than what?

I want them to lift the
The hands of criminals,
And that they are present
When I'm going to commit an abuse,
I don't use brute force.
But here's gonna have to pick up
His eggs to ' the one who laid it,
I have crazy tigers
Lying down their noses,
Taking note with one
Nama' with what one says.

Meanwhile, my pet
Keep on giving cookies,
And the smoke from my lungs
Polluting the Planet (BRRR)
The sound of the street is calling to me,
He asks me and tells me to come out
On fire, on fire, on fire,
Tonight I'm going that your
House is leveled,
They're gonna find you on a mountain
With flies damn frog!

Partner dale pa' my neighborhood,
What if there's a pile here eh' sicario,
A jet eh' crazy without studies,
Millionaires, we're moving fast'
So avoid comments, we' in the search,
Paying the salary on a daily basis
They look different faces,
Important people who
It is not from our environment

They are going to pay because
Here is the product,
The jam, melma,
That makes them gross,
Drinks for the deceased,
For 'the owners the' point,
For those who left
Leather in this world,
For the shorts that
They sell for money,
For the real rappers
Who are from the ghetto

Attention Mom,
Give me the blessing,
That I'm not going to
Change my lyrics,
Nipo come, pass me the blunt,
Attention, I am not
Maricon puppet,
That you want
To talk to you?
I was born in an alley!

Make yourself to 'tra'
That you are feka,
I'm not cheap as crack,
I'm expensive as butter,
Respect, that you don't know
Al Shelow Shaq, the one who since
The thirtieth of April has
Montao' a Monkey Black

Shelow fucking facking Shaq!
I am not a traffic light,
I'm not going to ah' change,
You are a human being
Like me, right?
Who smokes and drinks,
But he doesn't do evil to anyone.

In the hood they can't write,
But they know how to count,
Necessity makes an
Master in accounting,
Made to 'ca',
For you to learn
About humility
From the one who is born being
Marginalized by society.

It's not because of the music,
Look at the lack of education,
The rulers say no
There is room and they live in mansion,
Revelation that manifests
This population,
We have to live
In the damn corruption.

Minors in prostitution,
Tigers on display,
Dealer in the pharmacy
They call it Callejon,
Ask them why
Sinners are not so 'saving,
Religious instead of
To be helping,
They are judging.

Gangstas', piffs, snitches, hoes,
Crack, blunts, projects, guns, smoke, coke,
Nigga what do you want nigga?
Come to my hood nigga,
Come to my hood!

Dust, the fote,
Minors, alcohol,
La llerva de la calle Rocia
With a lot of formalin,
The double edge and a table
With snail comb
Tell me, what what, tell me
Than what?

The media is manipulating you
Pointing for no reason,
Standing out from my neighborhood
Always to ' the negative, corduroy understands what I'm saying,
That the thing is different,
Out of every twenty citizens
Two are criminals,
That for every veite and five
Grams of sale on the corner,
Four talents are signed
In different disciplines.

And here we are purina,
I don't walk the same as you my corduroy,
"He's always in the sack."
And with your Colombian flu,
We have the love of nations,
To take care of the oppressions,
Of the system and the disappointments,
No ease of study
We went professional,
So to my neighborhood
Don't point it out.

Welcome to my neighborhood and look
That it's been a while since I've been,
No matter where I go
I never forget what I am,
From the street and now
Look where I am,
We swim to the top
Like the Legend of the Koi,
I have panas that have killed'
Po not to be killed,
Panas making time
Callao' in the Federal.