Translation of the song lyrics Crónica Babilonia - Cartel de Santa, Mr. Pomel Y El Basi De Efecto

Crónica Babilonia (original)

Perros locos cerebros en motos mono kita cocos
pa forjar los otros dicen k se juntan en el barrio
de la aurora dicen k su casa parece locomotora
D.H.A.
B.A.B.o el cartel volvio fumando en canaloblons salen
super flows jajaja envidias para un lado su chicle ya no pega
de tanto k masticaron lo uniko k causan es acernos reir
de nada sirve k tires piedras a los aviones a ver k pasa cuando
nos topemos por ahi al tiro con el cartel de santa cabrones
Tu me odias por k en la tele el k sale siempre soy yo… Ah Tu me odias por k en la radio el k suena siempre soy yo… A poco no Tu me odias por k las niñas se saben esta cancion… Ay papa
Tu me odias pues mi jauria le mete mas corazon
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
somos marihuanos fumando la yerba
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
Hijo de tu puta madre k no sabes k es el cartel (x2)
De nuevo fluyo sobre el bit 2−3 ganchos 2−3 hits
tu me odias por k no puedes estar aki
estoy enterado te preguntas komo alguien triunfa siendo un marihuano o no?
la clave es hacer las cosas de corasa cantando pa mi raza
y grabando trankilo en kasa
escribiendo lo k pasa dia tras dia sin preocupaciones disfruto la buena vida
Mr. P.O.M.E.L, Mr. P.O.M.E.L yo conosco la calle desde pequeño fue mi leño
alejate k yo me empeño por ser el dueño de las calles de los barrios por eso
yo no ocupo el diccionario lo k suelto lo entiendes maracaivo
ponle fiebre vamos a ver kienes son los
perros k mas muerden Mr. Pomel ha llegando al mas haya
de tu barda de tu esquina de tu cuadra
seis meses de encierro me pusieron bien fiero ahora k estoy afuera
me fumo lo k kiero k dura suena vaina
mira mami soy el dolor de muelas de los mojones de la nueva escuela
Tu me odias por k en la tele el k sale siempre soy yo… Ah Tu me odias por k en la radio el k suena siempre soy yo… A poco no Tu me odias por k las niñas se saben esta cancion… Ay papa
Tu me odias pues mi jauria le mete mas corazon
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
somos marihuanos fumando la yerba
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
Hijo de tu puta madre k no sabes k es el cartel (x2)
De santa compa hechale a ver si es cierto, a veces le pongo a veces no dudas vienen siempre ami corazon
k si hago bien k soy malo k no cocococo ahi les voy
pariente yo no discrimino a ver primo sacate el flow
cartel de santa numero uno el primero el mero mero ah kieres sabor ranchero
puro pinche pancho villa cabron el rapero ranchero de cerro a cerro siempre
listo
con su fierro con la 30 30 y la 45 controladas por un becerro un perro flaco
por un lao
y otro igual en la guitarra unas viejas bien buenotas y un leñon de marihuana
hay
chirrion del diablo abuela del anticristo ya llego su padre cabrones k no lo
han visto
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
somos marihuanos fumando la yerba
Por k yo soy marihuano k fuma la yerba
Hijo de tu puta madre k no sabes kc es el cartel (x4)

(translation)

Mad dogs brains on motorbikes monkey kita cocos
to forge the others say they get together in the neighborhood
of the dawn they say that their house looks like a locomotive
D.H.A.
B.A.B. or the cartel came back smoking in canaloblons come out
super flows hahaha you envy to one side his gum no longer sticks
they chewed so much the only thing they cause is to make us laugh
It is useless to throw stones at the planes to see what happens when
let's run into the cartel of santa bastards out there
You hate me for k on TV the k comes out it's always me… Ah You hate me for k on the radio the k sounds it's always me… Not a little You hate me because the girls know this song… Ay papa
You hate me because my pack puts more heart into it
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
we are marijuana smokers
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
Son of a bitch, you don't know what the poster is (x2)
Again I flow over the bit 2−3 hooks 2−3 hits
you hate me because you can't be here
I am aware you wonder how someone succeeds being a marijuana or not?
the key is to do things gracefully singing for my race
and recording trankilo in kasa
writing what happens day after day without worries I enjoy the good life
Mr. P.O.M.E.L, Mr. P.O.M.E.L I have known the street since I was little, it was my log
Get away k I strive to be the owner of the streets of the neighborhoods that's why
I don't use the dictionary, I release it, you understand it, Maracaivo
put a fever on him let's see who they are
dogs that bite the most Mr. Pomel has reached the most there
of your fence of your corner of your block
six months of confinement made me very fierce now I'm out
I smoke what I want, it sounds hard
Look mommy I'm the toothache of the landmarks of the new school
You hate me for k on TV the k comes out it's always me… Ah You hate me for k on the radio the k sounds it's always me… Not a little You hate me because the girls know this song… Ay papa
You hate me because my pack puts more heart into it
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
we are marijuana smokers
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
Son of a bitch, you don't know what the poster is (x2)
As a saint, ask him to see if it's true, sometimes I put him, sometimes no doubts, they always come to my heart
k if I do well k I'm bad k no cocococo here I go
relative I do not discriminate to see cousin get the flow
poster of santa number one the first the mere mere ah kieres ranchero flavor
pure fucking pancho villa bastard the rapper rancher from hill to hill always
clever
with his iron with the 30 30 and the 45 controlled by a calf a skinny dog
for a lao
and another one the same on the guitar, some very good old ladies and a log of marijuana
there is
chirrion of the devil grandmother of the antichrist her father is here bastards k not
have seen
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
we are marijuana smokers
Because I'm a marijuana smoker who smokes the herb
Son of a bitch, you don't know kc is the cartel (x4)