Vico C — Yerba Mala song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Yerba Mala" by Vico C.
Lyrics
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 olleron 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 encontrarce
una buena paga, y ese fue lo mejor que hizo pa' poder
reencontrarce 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…
Lyrics translation
WHOEVER THINKS BAD WEED DOESN'T DIE ...
TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY GONE…
Yerba Mala caught his metals coming out is his lexus Pa ' La patronales
see if he saw the guys who had stolen ' at his point
I looked for them in the big cities and as Christmas approached
he could have sent them all walking down the street together
And from afar shots came out of the 9 and the 30-30
Yerba mala was able to make death silence them like a storm
and a little boy who saw it all ran to hide in a tent
Yerba mala went to cover in the 5th Amendment
The little boy grew up little by little and got involved in that
crazy world where corners stink of lead and bodies
to blood…
They put in his head those who worked on it
of the table, which to mount always begins knowing
to the great
And that little boy who was already a man does not stop until he finds
a good pay, and that was the best thing he did PA ' power
meet again with yerba mala, Yerba mala told him pass
and sit with me here in my living room, and I'll put a 45 with
many balaaaaaas
With the gun the young man to weed bad confrontation, and screaming ask him
that if he remembered, the massacre that as a child in his own neighborhood organized ... and that his father among the victims was
And aiming, I shoot him.
And bad grass to the floor callo (died)
His sin did not confess, and his soul was not saved
how could I imagine the young man would throw him
the same day that would give you the confidence to work…
The boy there went out (ran away)
And with the point I stayed (I took it)
and everyone respects him, knowing what happened (hear it)
his flag came to plant and who would criticize him
If the ones who kill are the ones who live and the one who is dead
he's going to bury himself.…
Bad grass was already forgotten, just like those who the same
I had eliminated, and the beautiful plans I had dreamed of are
underground…
And a nephew who idolized him tremendous revenge already has
planned living in the tale that never ends
and another war begins
Another war begins, ohhhh yeah
that repeats the same thing
That bad weed if he dies…