DJ Muggs — El Barrio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Barrio" by DJ Muggs.
Lyrics
Sigue la rutina no pago impuestos
Porque tengo mi negocio en efectivo por la esquina
Los carnales no son ganga es la familia
Y no canto bamba homes canto malillas
El chavo por apodo bien conocido en el volo
No es mi culpa fui nacido en un mundo cholo
Psycho, loco, marijuano, y coco
A veces con el leno y a veces respirando polvo
Me dicen revolucionario
Pero solo he escrito temas de como ha estado el pedo
Soy un callejero vuelto rapero y cuando pasan los puercos
Soy el primero que les suelta el dedo
Navegando las calles me miran en la cocina del infierno
Tocando chalino por la vocina mia
En mi barrio pleito con la policia siempre existira
Mientras jodan a las pandillas
Mexico y colombia por vida controla
Chile y peru alli estan en la zona
Venezuela siempre pega con la bomba
El mundo es un barrio homie agarra la onda
En nicaragua las pandillas son los contras
Brasil la ciudad de dios nadie la toca
Las maras de el salvador y guatemala chocan
El mundo es un barrio homie la vida loca
En L. A. Encuentras todo
Oro quemado de venta que te cuesta el cincuenta solo
Negociantes le dan cuenta a cholos pa' proteccion
Este impuesto se paga pa' evitar el hoyo
Otro rollo de la calle, loco, hay mucha tranza
Ponte trucha y que no te falle el ojo
Andan sobre feria, enemigos, y la cosa aquella
Queremos que la coka nostra mueva
Ranflas bajas con rines de cromo
Es por catrines que somos
No te confundas causan fines de plomo
Este mundo es mio, loco, como tony montana
Es por el poder no le tengo amor a la lana
Me la paso pistiando en la cuadra es donde esta la accion
La vida mala que nos gana la fama
En lo vago nunca para la banda
El barrio corre por la sangre por vida, homie
Es mi palabra
Esto no tiene fin… Mira tumbaron a pablo
Y siguen vagos en los barrios de medellin
Lo que pase que se quede alli
Aqui no cantan pericos se vuelven mudos si quieren vivir
Es el codigo de tres puntos, mi vida loca
Zoologico parece por no ser juntos
Las clikas grifas rifan aqui en califas
En belize, como en costa rica
Y es igual en el reyno, santiago, y en rio
Alla en pico-union donde fuman el frio
Es el barrio mundial que controla el latino
Incluye argentina y todo puerto rico
Deja me explico el barrio enterito
Seriamos mas fuerte unidos te digo
Para ecuador, panama, la republica dominicana
Y honduras viene dedicada
Lyrics translation
Follow the no tax routine
'Cause I got my cash business around the corner.
Carnals are not bargain is family
And I don't sing bamba homes sing malillas
The boy by well-known nickname in the flight
It's not my fault I was born into a cholo world
Psycho, crazy, marijuana, and coconut
Sometimes with the leno and sometimes breathing dust
They call me revolutionary.
But I've only written about how farting has been
I'm a streetwalker turned rapper and when pigs pass by
I'm the first one to let go of your finger.
Navigating the streets they look at me in the kitchen of hell
Playing chalino for my voice
In my neighborhood fight with the police will always exist
While they fuck the gangs
Mexico and colombia for life controls
Chile and peru are in the area
Venezuela always hits with the bomb
The world is a neighborhood homie grab the wave
In nicaragua gangs are the cons
Brazil the city of God no one touches it
The maras of El salvador and guatemala collide
The world is a homie neighborhood the Crazy Life
In L. A. you find everything
Burnt gold for sale that costs you fifty alone
Dealers report to cholos pa ' protection
This tax is paid to avoid the pit
Another roll of the street, crazy, there's a lot of trance
Put on Trout and don't let your eye fail
They walk on fair, enemies, and that thing
We want the Coka nostra to move
Low slats with chrome wheels
It is for catrines that we are
Don't get confused cause lead ends
This world is mine, crazy, like tony montana
It's because of power I don't have love for wool
I spend it pissing on the block is where the action is
The bad life that wins us Fame
In the vague never for the band
The neighborhood runs for blood for life, homie
It's my word
This has no end... look they knocked Paul down
And they're still homeless in the neighborhoods of medellin
Whatever happens to stay there
Here they don't sing parakeets they become mute if they want to live
It's the three-point code, My Crazy Life
Zoological seems by not being together
The clikas grifas rifan here in caliphs
In belize, as in costa rica
And it's the same in the reyno, santiago, and rio
There in pico-union where they smoke the cold
It is the worldwide neighborhood that controls Latin
Includes argentina and all puerto rico
Let me explain the whole neighborhood
We'd be stronger together I tell you
For ecuador, panama, the Dominican Republic
And honduras is dedicated