Cosculluela — Funeral song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Funeral" by Cosculluela.
Lyrics
..la cara puestos
Despues no digan q uno es un insecto
Yo si estoy on fire
Yo tengo mas palos que Mayweather.
Tengo satelites prestaos hasta por tu casa
Los AK son nuevo 'e caja y estan lleno 'e grasa.
Ando con Mueka, dos caretas
Balas huecas en la escopeta
Fumando, tirao pa atra' en la corbeta
Afuera del trabajo tuyo esperando la hora del coffee break
Pa pasar y rociarte con el sprrray
Estamos aburridos
Esto es todo el dia sin na' que hacer
Asaltando las Texaco y las Shell
Los chavos en estaca
En una Hummer vieja de las sapa
Paso por tu kiosko y denme en to' los cuadre dentro 'e las tapas
Yo tengo un par de palos
Yo tengo un par de carros
Y gente que dan tiros por ahi, yo no me embarro
Es de jalar el celu, digo el nombre tuyo y te caiste
Nosotros no vivimos de los cuentos y los chistes
El Princi Man!
[Is it one time for your mind!
Two times for your brain!
Three times for your soul!]
Papo aqui no hay funeral
Aqui te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento
Papo aqui no hay funeral
Aqui te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento
Suenas las alarmas
Que sali de Palmas
Y atras van los negritos en el Lexus con toa’s las armas
Yo en la guagua con los nene y con la doña pa la tienda
Super-acostumbrao a esta jodienda
Ya yo pase esa etapa
De estar bregando con los chipi-chapa
Hablando de cepillos, de engrapar y nunca engrapan
Ustedes sigan trabajandome en la esquina
Nosotros estamos explotando bocinas
Y los aparatos de heroina
I’m selling platinum
Mami keep it real cool
Ma I keep killing 'em with my 45 full
Yo Fendel
Deja a acapella el proyecto
Esto es 24 hours, Bzz-zzz, Los Inzectos
Papo aqui no hay funeral
Aqui te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento
Papo aqui no hay funeral
Aqui te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento
Da Brain
Mueka
Fendel
Y El Princi
Da Champion-Boy
Rottweilas
Rottweilas.
Lyrics translation
.. the face posts
Then don't say that one is an insect
I'm on fire.
I have more sticks than Mayweather.
I've got satellites to lend to your house.
The AK's are new 'e Box and are full' e fat.
I walk with Mueka, two faces
Hollow bullets in the shotgun
Smoking, tirao PA atra ' in the Corvette
Outside your work waiting for coffee break time
Pa pass by and spray you with the sprrray
We're bored
This is all day with no na ' to do
Assaulting the Texaco and the Shell
The boys in stake
In an old Hummer of the sapa
I'll stop by your kiosk and give me to 'square them inside' E the covers
I got a couple of sticks.
I have a couple of cars.
And people shooting around, I don't get stuck
It's from pulling the Cellu, I say Your Name and you fell
We don't live off stories and Jokes
He Princes Man!
[Is it one time for your mind!
Two times for your brain!
Three times for your soul!]
Papo here there is no funeral
Here we give you two hundred
There are no more flowers in the grave
The one who lends himself lies
I don't invent you
Papo here there is no funeral
Here we give you two hundred
There are no more flowers in the grave
The one who lends himself lies
I don't invent you
You sound the alarms
That I came out of my hands
And behind Go The niggers in the Lexus with Toa's guns
Me in La guagua with the babies and with the lady pa the shop
Super-used to this fucking thing
I already passed that stage
Of being in trouble with the chipi-chapa
Speaking of brushes, of stapling and never stapling
You guys keep working on the corner.
We're blowing horns.
And heroin devices
I'm selling platinum
Mommy keep it real cool
But I keep killing ' em with my 45 full
Yo Fendel
Leave the project to acapella
This is 24 hours, Bzz-zzz, the Inzectos
Papo here there is no funeral
Here we give you two hundred
There are no more flowers in the grave
The one who lends himself lies
I don't invent you
Papo here there is no funeral
Here we give you two hundred
There are no more flowers in the grave
The one who lends himself lies
I don't invent you
Da Brain
Mueka
Fendel
And The Prince
From Champion-Boy
Rottweilas
Rottweilas.