Revolver Cannabis — El Borrego song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Borrego" by Revolver Cannabis.
Lyrics
Era muy pobre aya en tierra blanca y hacia
Mandados para comer hasta que un dia le fiaron
Droga y poco a poco empezo a vender tenia valor
E inteligencia y se hizo rico en un dos por tres
Los grandes jefes lo respetaban porque era
Gente fina y derecha ya sea por kilos o por toneladas
Se los pagaban justo a la fecha el que obra mal se
Le pudre el alma siempre decia con gran firmeza
Todo marchaba de maravilla pero en Tijuana lo
Detuvieron lo sentenciaron por unos meces y salio
Absuelto como le hicieron los licenciados arreglan
Todo se hacen milagros con el dinero
Se fue a la union america pero tambien fue
Detenido con un millon de billetes verdes en que
Trabajas le dijo el gringo soy traficante de Sinaloa
Soy el Borrego o el pelo chino
Un saludo pa' el viejo Tierra Blanca, estos eran valientes
Lo sentenciaron a muchos años pero muy poco
Les aguanto aunque la carcel es pa' los hombres
Afuera vives mucho mejor los de la DEA aun no
Comprenden como es posible que se fugo
Se traslado a Culiacan porque la DEA lo
Procuraba se hizo gallero profecional y en los
Palenques mucho apostaba un dia en su casa lo
Acribillaron policias falsos de mata y paga
Adios amigo Chapo Guzman hay voy compadre
Emilio Quintero me asesinaron no se porque y
Ni tampoco se quienes fueron el que obra mal se le
Pudre el alma fue lo que digo el compa Borrego
Lyrics translation
She was very poor aya on white soil and towards
Sent to eat until one day they trusted him
Drug and gradually began to sell had value
And intelligence and became rich in a two by three
The big bosses respected him because he was
Fine and straight people either by kilos or by tons
They were paid just to the date the one who works badly was
His soul rots always said with great firmness
Everything was going great but in Tijuana it
They arrested him. they sentenced him for a few months.
Acquitted as did the licensees arrange
All miracles are done with money
He went to union america, but he also went
Stopped with a million green banknotes in that
You work said the gringo I'm a Sinaloa dealer
I'm the lamb or the Chinese hair
A greeting pa ' The Old White Earth, these were brave
He was sentenced to many years but very little
I can stand them even though the prison is for men
You live much better outside the DEA still don't
They understand how it's possible that he escaped
He moved to Culiacan because the DEA lo
He sought to become a profecional gallerist and in the
Palenques much bet one day at home what
Gunned down fake cops from mata y Pago
Good-bye Chapo Guzman there I go compadre
Emilio Quintero killed me I don't know why and
Nor do I know who it was who did wrong to him
Rotting the soul is what I say the lamb buddy