Текст и перевод песни Vico C - Yerba Mala

Yerba Mala

El que cree que yerba mala no muere... que cuente
A los que ya se han ido...

Yerba Mala cogio sus metales saliendo es su lexus pa′ la patronales
A ver si veia a los tipos que habian robao' en su punto
Los busco por las grandes ciudades y cuando se acercaban las navidades
Los pudo mandar caminando en la calle a toditos juntos
Y de lejos se oyeron tiros saliendo de la 9 y la 30-30
Yerba mala pudo lograr que la muerte les callera como tormenta
Y un niñito que lo vio todo corrio para esconderse en una tienda
Yerba mala se fue a cubrir en la 5ta enmiendaaaaa

El niñito crecio poco a poco y se fue involucrando en ese
Mundo loco donde las esquinas apestan a plomo y los cuerpos
A sangre...
Le metieron dentro e′ la cabeza los que trabajaban encima
De la mesa, que para montarse siempre se empieza conociendo
Al grande

Y aquel niñito que ya era un hombre no para hasta encontrarse
Una buena paga, y ese fue lo mejor que hizo pa' poder
Reencontrarse con yerba mala, yerba mala le dijo pasa
Y sientate conmigo aqui en mi sala, y le entro una 45 con
Muchas balaaaaaas
Con el arma el jovencito a yerba mala confronto, y gritando le pregunto
Que si se acordaba, de la masacre que cuando niño en su
Propio barrio organizo... Y que su padre entre las victimas se
Encontraba

Y apuntando le disparo
Y yerba mala al piso callo (se murio)
Su pecado no confeso, y su alma no se salvo
Como podria imaginar que el jovencito le iba a tirar
El mismo dia que le daria la confianza pa' trabajar...
El muchacho de ahi salio (se fugo)
Y con el punto se quedo (lo cogio)
Y todo el mundo lo respeto, al saber lo que sucedio (oigalo)
Su bandera vino a plantar y quien lo iba a criticar
Si los que matan son los que viven y el que esta muerto
Se va a enterrar...

Yerba mala ya fue olvidado, igual que los que el mismo
Habia eliminado, y los planes bonitos que habia soñado estan
Bajo tierra...
Y un sobrino que lo idolatraba tremenda venganza ya tiene
Planeada viviendo en el cuento que nunca se acaba
Y empieza otra guerra

Empieza otra guerra, ohhhh yeah
Que se repite la misma cosa
Que Yerba mala si muere...

Bad Weed

He who thinks bad weed doesn't die... let him count
Those who are already gone...

Bad Weed grabbed his guns, heading out in his Lexus to the festival
To see if he could find the guys who had robbed his spot
He searched for them in the big cities, and as Christmas approached
He managed to send them all walking on the street, together
And from afar, shots were heard coming from the 9 and the 30-30
Bad Weed was able to make death fall upon them like a storm
And a little boy who saw everything ran to hide in a store
Bad Weed went to take cover in the 5th amendmentaaaa

The little boy grew up little by little and got involved in that
Crazy world where the corners reek of lead and the bodies
Of blood...
They put it inside his head, those who worked at the top
Of the table, that to climb up, you always start by knowing
The big man

And that little boy who was now a man didn't stop until he found
A good pay, and that was the best thing he did to be able to
Meet again with Bad Weed, Bad Weed told him come in
And sit with me here in my living room, and he handed him a 45 with
Many bulletssss
With the gun, the young man confronted Bad Weed, and screaming he asked him
If he remembered the massacre that as a child in his own
Neighborhood he organized... And that his father was among the victims
Found

And aiming, he shot him
And Bad Weed fell to the floor (he died)
His sin not confessed, and his soul not saved
How could he imagine that the young man was going to shoot him
The same day he would give him the trust to work...
The boy left there (he fled)
And with the point he stayed (he took it)
And everyone respected him, knowing what happened (listen)
His flag came to plant and who was going to criticize him
If those who kill are the ones who live and the one who is dead
Is going to be buried...

Bad Weed was already forgotten, like those he himself
Had eliminated, and the beautiful plans he had dreamed of are
Underground...
And a nephew who idolized him already has a tremendous revenge
Planned, living in the story that never ends
And another war begins

Another war begins, ohhhh yeah
The same thing repeats itself
That Bad Weed does die...