Translation of the song lyrics Si Te Vienen a Contar - Cartel de Santa

Si Te Vienen a Contar (original)

4: 20 de la madrugada
La hora adecuada
Yo no me ando con mamadas
Y los bajo de volada
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Ahora es el momento, demuestre que es violento
Que sí le vale verga y que trae un armamento
Que su gente los respalda para las drogas y las armas
Y que aparte trae un buen adiestramiento
Que se habla con el ejercito, no es cierto
Que se habla con los azules, no es cierto
Que se entiende con la maña, que muerde como piraña
Y si piensa que me apaña, eso no es cierto
El momento, el momento es ahora
No a la hora de la hora, porque luego no le atora
Se lo digo de cora, como tú he mirado varios
Que se pintan de sicarios y resultan lo contrario
Dicen que son de barrio, que fueron pandilleros
No tienen expediente, ya chequeé y son puro pedo
Para hacerlo verdadero, nomas se ocupa huevos
Quizá nacer de nuevo, pero no ser embustero
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
No se pinte de pelón, si viene del reggaeton
Justin Bieber trae tatuajes y eso no lo hace cabrón
Panochón, a ver diga que es de neta
Que la calle lo respeta y que su lírica es honesta
Que no es otra muñeca, como Daddy Yankee
Que llego de jefe y al final tiró la Barbie
Diga que es un gángster, diga que es un malandro
Perra como quiera, nadie lo baja del liandro
Actitud de chango, de todo se columpia
A todos nos menciona y a todos nos la chupa
Pambazo en la nuca, al estilo de los guachos
Por acá en el norte se le llama chiricuaso
Pedí para el muchacho, sin hacerte promoción
Lo que hizo en caricatura, yo lo hice después del show
Pregúntale a el Snoop con quien se fumó la mota
Cállate la boca y toma lo que te toca
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Tira tu liriquilla tú solito contra mí
O si quieres todo el team, yo llegué a ponerle fin
Aquí nadie va a morir, aquí nadie va a sangrar
Es solo cuestión de rap, como Biggie con 2pac
Risa es lo que dan, copian como cantan
Las letras se roban, como llegan se van
Ya se enteró papá quién le tiró a los fans
Y ahora por mamonsito de retache va pa' atrás
Le quiso acomodar, pero ya no le salió
El Babo ya te oyó y hasta te escribió canción
Chamaquito cachetón, es hipócrita y culón
Se que me miro mamón, pero el wey se lo buscó
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Yo mero, el mero mero culero
Y cuando quiera, aquí lo espero
Y donde lo tope, pues ahí mero
Si ya sabe de que lado me rosa la truza
Del que me cuelga la riata
Puro pinche Cartel de Santa a la verga compa
Y déje la calle a ver si es cierto todas
Las pinches mamadas que canta wey

(translation)

4:20 in the morning
the right time
I do not go with blowjobs
And I fly them down
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
If they tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
Now is the time, show that you are violent
That yes he doesn't care and that he brings an armament
That their people back them for drugs and guns
And that apart brings a good training
That they talk with the army, it is not true
That you talk to the blues, it's not true
That gets along with the morning, that bites like a piranha
And if you think you can handle me, that's not true
The time, the time is now
Not at the time of the hour, because then it doesn't get stuck
I tell you this from cora, like you I have watched several
Who paint themselves as assassins and turn out to be the opposite
They say they are from the neighborhood, that they were gang members
They have no file, I already checked and they are pure fart
To make it true, it only takes eggs
Maybe be born again, but not be a liar
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
If they tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
Don't paint yourself bald, if you come from reggaeton
Justin Bieber has tattoos and that doesn't make him a bastard
Panochón, let's see say it's from neta
That the street respects him and that his lyrics are honest
That is not another doll, like Daddy Yankee
That I came as a boss and in the end he threw the Barbie
Say he's a gangster, say he's a thug
Bitch as he wants, nobody gets him off the hook
Monkey attitude, everything swings
He mentions us all and he sucks us all
Pambazo on the neck, in the style of the guachos
Here in the north it is called chiricuaso
I ordered for the boy, without promoting you
What he did in cartoon, I did after the show
Ask the Snoop he smoked pot with
Shut your mouth and take what you get
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
If they tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
Throw your liriquilla alone against me
Or if you want the whole team, I came to put an end to it
No one here will die, no one here will bleed
It's just a matter of rap, like Biggie with 2pac
Laughter is what they give, they copy how they sing
The letters are stolen, as they arrive they leave
Dad already found out who threw the fans
And now because of the retache mamonsito he goes back
He wanted to accommodate him, but he no longer came out
Babo already heard you and even he wrote you a song
Little cheeky boy, he's a hypocrite and a big ass
I know he looked at me sucker, but the wey asked for it
If they come to tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
If they tell you bad things about me
Tell them yes, that I told you that I did
I mere, the mere mere culero
And whenever you want, here I wait for you
And where I hit it, well, right there
If you already know which side the truza rose for me
From which my riata hangs
Pure fucking Cartel de Santa a la verga compa
And leave the street to see if it's all true
The fucking blowjobs that wey sings