Psycho Realm — El Surtidor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Surtidor" by Psycho Realm.
Lyrics
Simn
De las calles de Los Angeles
El centro
Pico Unin
Pa’la raza… Y pa’los nacos
-їQu onda?-
Ah les va Trucha! Ah viene mi tropa, por tu rea
Cuando venimos, Psycho, rezan Ave Mara
Todos se encerraron en casa, ya no salan
Y los que queran pedo, todos caan
Y los vatos que vienen, tienen veneno
Siempre nos joden, pueden comer pene
Quin quiere caerle y si se meten
Se pueden arreglar con el doble cuete
Entiendes? Yo tengo negocio, algo
Que toda la gente piensa ser bien sucio
Vendo mota… ssshhh, no le diga a nadie!
Estoy buscando nueva clientela por estas calles
Aydame, mueve producto y as te sale
Mota y feria, pero trabajo
Chale! Est peladita ese!
Este no sale
Ganando pesos slo surtindole a tus carnales
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Vendo botitas de la yerba mala, pero est buena!
Para sacar el precio, tenemos un sistema:
Veinte bolas de gramo, sesenta, tres y medio
La cuarta sale a cien y la onza a cuatro y medio
Si quieren libra o ms, no ms nos juntas celillo
Y si dan problemas, usas este remedio:
Fierro, balas, entierro, est bravo el perro
En defensa propia, as es que no hay encierro
Mientras mantengas tu negocio limpio
No vas a tener que usar la cuarenta y cinco
Est listo, sbele los precios al gringo
Paga tus impuestos y sigue califo al gringo
Un chingo de vatos te van a querer tumbar
Pnte trucha, sino te van a derrumbar
Pa’mantener a mis tres hijas y a mi familia
Les busco por las calles, vendindoles la fina
Esa es mi chamba, el barrio es mi oficina
Bscame, mrcame el beeper, por la lnea
Entrego a muchos rumbos, s, vale la pena
Recojo lana por toda la ciudad entera
Espera, no te preocupes, no va a haber guerra
No soy criminal tranzando balasera
No quiero quebrarme la cabeza en un trabajo
Por un cheque pequeo y siempre quedar abajo
Chale! En esto me quedo y no me muevo
Hasta que una rata me ponga el dedo
Simn
De las calles de Los Angeles
El centro
Pico Unin
Pa’la raza… Y pa’los nacos
-їQu onda?-
Lyrics translation
Simn
From the streets of Los Angeles
Centre
Pico Unin
Pa 'La raza ... and PA' los nacos
- what's up?-
Oh, they're gonna Trout! Ah come my troop, for your rea
When we come, Psycho, hail Mara
They all locked themselves in the house, they no longer salt
And those who want to fart, all fall
And the vatos that come, they have poison
They always fuck us, they can eat penis
Quin wants to drop him and if they get in
They can be arranged with double cuete
Do you understand? I have business, something
That all people think they're dirty
I sell mota... ssshhh, don't tell anyone!
I'm looking for a new clientele on these streets.
Help me, move product and ace you get
Mota and fair, but work
Chale! That's bald!
This one doesn't come out.
Earning pesos slo surtindole to your carnals
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling mota to win fair
Filling the marijuana
Selling the good mota
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling mota to win fair
Filling the marijuana
Selling the good mota
I sell booties from the bad weed, but it's good!
To get the price, we have a system:
Twenty gram balls, sixty, three and a half
The fourth goes out to a hundred and the eleventh to four and a half
If you want pound or ms, no MS we put cell
And if they give trouble, you use this remedy:
Iron, bullets, burial, is bravo the dog
In self-defense, as is that there is no lockdown
As long as you keep your business clean
You're not gonna have to use the forty-five.
It's ready, sbele prices to the gringo
Pay your taxes and stay caliph to the gringo
A bunch of vatos are gonna want to knock you down
Pte Trout, otherwise you'll fall down
To support my three daughters and my family
I look for them in the streets, selling them the fine
That's my chamba, the neighborhood is my office
Bscame, mrcame the beeper, by the line
I deliver to many directions, s, worth it
I collect wool all over the city
Wait, Don't worry, there will be no war
I'm not a criminal trading balasera
I don't want to break my head at a job.
For a small check and always stay down
Chale! In this I stay and do not move
Until a rat puts his finger on me
Simn
From the streets of Los Angeles
Centre
Pico Unin
Pa 'La raza ... and PA' los nacos
- what's up?-