Lyrics of C'Mon Family - Cool Hipnoise, The Last Poets

C'Mon Family - Cool Hipnoise, The Last Poets
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Date of issue: 11.06.2000
Song language: Spanish

C'Mon Family

(original)
Mafiaz mafiaz mafiaz
Mafiaz mafiaz mafiaz
Mafiadazzz
Mafiaz mafiaz mafiadaz
Somos bandas de magos
Los mismos, la calle nos ha educado
Siempre en guerra con los puercos del estado
Barrios de putas, ladrones y sapos
Y otros miles mirando como meter mano en algo
Así es el mundo donde vivo
Fuego en los baretos y solo Dios es testigo
Nuevas generaciones, escojan bien su camino
La calle e vida y en ella fuimos de ser niños
A ser hombres, maleantes e incluso asesinos
Bandoleros del mundo que heredaran nuestros hijos
Visionarios, que anhelan hasta el fruto prohibido
Seres esquivos, enfermos por el efectivo
Materiales que cambian la manera en que vivimos
Pandilleros, los guerreros de estos siglos
El temblor de la calle, el criterio entre amigos
Esto es Crack Familia sin güiros y ni visajes chimbos
Gente sería en la vuelta buscando de nuevo el camino
Y empujando el bus hasta llevarlo a su infinito destino
Nos calentamos el y vivir por lo mismo, rap progresivo
Universalmente seguimos siendo animales
Cazamos comida para llevar a nuestros hijos
Naturalmente se sigue buscando el timbo
Y la pequeña mafia el plaza hasta soñadora
Que se fuga el peso y se la encuentra el que lo añora
Represento gangas, vivimos el mismo juicio
Apostar para ganar ese es nuestro oficio ganancias
Y ansias del objetivo
Original, progresivo de progresivo
Original, progresivo de progresivo
Original, progresivo de progresivo
Original, progresivo de progresivo
A muchos cansa, atrapar, devorar vidas y matar
Otra leyenda y un alma que de la calle desplazan
Vida de muchos y guerras, más de un millón de problemas
Y poco tiempo, para siempre vivir con penas
El mundo de hoy, es tan desecho a pintar malo
Tan bonito el amor, pero siempre no lo cagamos
Todo es igual en le planeta
La gente del mundo viviendo la misma mierda que apesta
Y en estas calles … no le hulla a la vida
Aquí en las calles
Soy de la calle, la fuerza de milla
Todo un desmadre, (calles) nos toca vivir las
(translation)
mafia mafia mafia
mafia mafia mafia
mafiadazzz
mafiaz mafiaz mafiadaz
We are bands of wizards
The same, the street has educated us
Always at war with the state hogs
Neighborhoods of whores, thieves and toads
And thousands of others watching how to get their hands on something
This is the world where I live
Fire in the bars and only God is a witness
New generations, choose your path well
The street is life and in it we went from being children
To be men, thugs and even murderers
Bandits of the world that our children will inherit
Visionaries, who crave even the forbidden fruit
Elusive beings, sick of cash
Materials changing the way we live
Gang members, the warriors of these centuries
The tremor of the street, the judgment between friends
This is Crack Familia without güiros and chimbo visages
People would be around the corner looking for the road again
And pushing the bus to take it to its infinite destination
We warm up the and live for the same, prog rap
Universally we are still animals
We hunt food to take to our children
Naturally, the timbo continues to be sought
And the little mafia the plaza until dreamy
That the weight escapes and the one who longs for it finds it
I represent gangs, we live the same trial
Bet to win that's our trade profit
And yearning for the goal
Original, progressive of progressive
Original, progressive of progressive
Original, progressive of progressive
Original, progressive of progressive
Tires many, catch, devour lives and kill
Another legend and a soul that displaces from the street
Life of many and wars, more than a million problems
And a short time, forever living with sorrows
The world today is so prone to paint bad
Love is so beautiful, but we don't always screw it up
Everything is the same on the planet
The people of the world living the same shit that sucks
And in these streets... don't hustle life
here in the streets
I'm from the street, the force of miles
A whole mess, (streets) we have to live the
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