Lyrics of Zumo - Gravy, Chicolisto

Zumo (original)

Barras y barras
Lo rompo, lo robo, lo reparo a lo Carglass
Te enseño mis armas
No es lo que te guardas ni las cruces que cargas
Es cuánto tardas en saber que siempre hay que dar más
Estoy en mi salsa;
ketchup, mostaza
Cayendo desde el cielo como bombas en casas
En tromba, soy yo quien pilota este caza
Ponme nota y anota cada truco que lanza mi boca
Motherfuckers, se creen punta de lanza
Pon en la balanza mis likes y compara
Pues me brotan del alma, no lo tomo con calma
La vida es muy corta y mi sombra es muy larga
En forma, vengo del Walkman
No soy de la pasma, pero les impongo mis normas
Y mi norma es: Todo por la pasta y sin formas
A formarla, como Pippen, Jordan y Rodman
Method y Redman, del barrio a la celda
A ver, man, no tengo que explicarte esta mierda
Venimos a por todo, hermano, rollo Griselda
Levanta las manos si has pillado mi jerga
Me sé el camino como un sherpa
La suda quien venga, tiramos la puerta
Andate a la verga, tú mi — no sé qué coño cuentas
Vas de gangsta' por tener tres plantas y media
Mi hermano vende hierba por cuenta y no farda
Lo hace pa' que salgan las cuentas, no habla
La suda esa peña, yo sigo en el Plan A (Plan A)
Yo no quiero España, yo quiero el Atlas
Les vale con poco, yo lo quiero to'
Filet Mignon y Moët Chandon
Fiestas en la playa, bikinis y alcohol
Buscabas una juerga pues, ¿con quién si no?
Funky sonando desde mi balcón
Fresco como zumo de melocotón
Sabes que lo parten pero no quiénes son
La música es la prota' y nosotros no
Les vale con poco, yo lo quiero to'
Filet Mignon y Moët Chandon
Fiestas en la playa, bikinis y alcohol
Buscabas una juerga pues, ¿con quién si no?
Funky sonando desde mi balcón
Fresco como zumo de melocotón
Sabes que lo parten pero no quiénes son
La música es la prota' y nosotros no

(translation)

Bars and bars
I break it, I steal it, I repair it to Carglass
I show you my weapons
It's not what you keep or the crosses you carry
It's how long it takes you to know that you always have to give more
I'm in my sauce;
ketchup, mustard
Falling from the sky like bombs on houses
In a rush, it's me who pilots this fighter
Give me a note and write down every trick that my mouth throws
Motherfuckers, they think they are spearhead
Put my likes on the scale and compare
Well, they spring from my soul, I don't take it easy
Life is too short and my shadow is too long
Fit, I come from the Walkman
I'm not from the gang, but I impose my rules on them
And my rule is: All for the dough and no forms
To form it, like Pippen, Jordan and Rodman
Method and Redman, from the neighborhood to the cell
Let's see, man, I don't have to explain this shit to you
We come for everything, brother, roll Griselda
Put your hands up if you got my lingo
I know the way like a sherpa
Whoever comes sweats it, we slam the door
Go to hell, you my — I don't know what the hell you're talking about
You go gangsta' for having three and a half floors
My brother sells weed on account and doesn't show off
He does it so that the accounts come out, he doesn't speak
That rock sweats her, I'm still in Plan A (Plan A)
I don't want Spain, I want the Atlas
It's worth it with little, I want it all
Filet Mignon and Moët Chandon
Beach parties, bikinis and booze
You were looking for a party, well, with whom if not?
Funky playing from my balcony
Fresh as peach juice
You know they break it but not who they are
The music is the main character and we are not
It's worth it with little, I want it all
Filet Mignon and Moët Chandon
Beach parties, bikinis and booze
You were looking for a party, well, with whom if not?
Funky playing from my balcony
Fresh as peach juice
You know they break it but not who they are
The music is the main character and we are not